RIP Pearly Bill August 17, 1943 – March 24, 2016 love, Nicole
Bill sent this to me February 17, 2016. It is the title poem of his unpublished manuscript. He was hoping that I might have some ideas on where he should send it.
We live in an old chaos of the sun.
Wallace Stevens (‘Sunday Morning’)
Clean sheets of remembrance quake
in our forgetful folly. No one
quite knows enough. It is old,
being here. My ancestors gone.
What should I say of them?
Catholics, Freethinkers, Jews
of a certain stripe. Given
to producing family—one or two
or four ascendants made real
by a name. You are one of us,
compounding this fierce brevity
with hostility, rules, beliefs. But what if
(in all our uncanny outcry)
something made it known we love
all this chaos, this wild uncertainty
that fulfills these sometime sacred hours