WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:00.620 align:middle line:90% 00:00:00.620 --> 00:00:04.520 align:middle line:90% It's called "Wormwood." 00:00:04.520 --> 00:00:11.310 align:middle line:84% And the title and the mood of the poems 00:00:11.310 --> 00:00:15.630 align:middle line:84% comes from a quotation which you may remember 00:00:15.630 --> 00:00:19.200 align:middle line:84% from the Book of the Apocalypse about the great star called 00:00:19.200 --> 00:00:20.910 align:middle line:90% Wormwood. 00:00:20.910 --> 00:00:24.450 align:middle line:84% "It fell from heaven, burning as it were a torch 00:00:24.450 --> 00:00:28.590 align:middle line:84% and it fell on the third part of the waters and the rivers. 00:00:28.590 --> 00:00:31.200 align:middle line:84% And the name of the star is called Wormwood. 00:00:31.200 --> 00:00:33.960 align:middle line:84% And the third part of the waters became Wormwood, 00:00:33.960 --> 00:00:37.770 align:middle line:84% and many men died of the waters because they were made bitter." 00:00:37.770 --> 00:00:42.220 align:middle line:90% 00:00:42.220 --> 00:00:47.260 align:middle line:84% It seems to me that a person of any sensitivity 00:00:47.260 --> 00:00:52.030 align:middle line:84% spends a great deal of his or her life balancing 00:00:52.030 --> 00:00:56.380 align:middle line:84% an acceptance and a rejection of life. 00:00:56.380 --> 00:01:00.310 align:middle line:84% And these poems come from a period in my own life 00:01:00.310 --> 00:01:09.160 align:middle line:84% when emotional denial came to dominate 00:01:09.160 --> 00:01:13.810 align:middle line:84% and when the positive openness and energy and hope 00:01:13.810 --> 00:01:17.530 align:middle line:84% were reduced to the mere vestige, 00:01:17.530 --> 00:01:21.835 align:middle line:84% a kind of brutish stubbornness in the face of the storm. 00:01:21.835 --> 00:01:26.070 align:middle line:90% 00:01:26.070 --> 00:01:29.370 align:middle line:84% But one tends to survive and I repeat, 00:01:29.370 --> 00:01:34.230 align:middle line:84% it is one part of the waters that were turned to Wormwood. 00:01:34.230 --> 00:01:39.990 align:middle line:84% This is a sequence of love poems under stress. 00:01:39.990 --> 00:01:42.600 align:middle line:84% As I'm going to read it now it begins with the poem 00:01:42.600 --> 00:01:44.280 align:middle line:90% itself called "Wormwood." 00:01:44.280 --> 00:01:50.900 align:middle line:90% 00:01:50.900 --> 00:01:53.960 align:middle line:84% "I have dreamed it again standing suddenly 00:01:53.960 --> 00:01:56.900 align:middle line:84% still in a ticket among wet trees 00:01:56.900 --> 00:02:01.490 align:middle line:84% stunned minutely shuddering hearing a wooden echo escape. 00:02:01.490 --> 00:02:04.220 align:middle line:90% 00:02:04.220 --> 00:02:08.720 align:middle line:84% A mossy floor almost colorless disappears in depths of rain 00:02:08.720 --> 00:02:11.090 align:middle line:90% among the tree shapes. 00:02:11.090 --> 00:02:16.160 align:middle line:84% I am straining tasting that echo a second longer. 00:02:16.160 --> 00:02:21.770 align:middle line:84% If I can hold it, familiar if I can hold it. 00:02:21.770 --> 00:02:26.480 align:middle line:84% A black tree with a double trunk, two trees grown into one 00:02:26.480 --> 00:02:29.600 align:middle line:90% throws up its blurred branches. 00:02:29.600 --> 00:02:33.890 align:middle line:84% The two trunks in their infinitesimal dance of growth 00:02:33.890 --> 00:02:36.920 align:middle line:84% have turned completely about one another. 00:02:36.920 --> 00:02:42.350 align:middle line:84% They join the slowly twisted scar that I recognize. 00:02:42.350 --> 00:02:45.620 align:middle line:84% A quick arc flashes sideways in the air, 00:02:45.620 --> 00:02:50.300 align:middle line:84% a heavy blade in flight, a wooden stroke, iron sinks, 00:02:50.300 --> 00:02:53.480 align:middle line:90% and the gasping core. 00:02:53.480 --> 00:02:55.500 align:middle line:90% I will dream it again." 00:02:55.500 --> 00:02:56.000 align:middle line:90%