WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:00.415 align:middle line:90% 00:00:00.415 --> 00:00:02.040 align:middle line:84% The first poem I want to read is called 00:00:02.040 --> 00:00:06.120 align:middle line:84% Ukrainian pastoral of my grandfather, who 00:00:06.120 --> 00:00:11.190 align:middle line:84% had come from Russia was a small town photographer. 00:00:11.190 --> 00:00:18.810 align:middle line:84% And back in those days, this was I guess in the 1920s. 00:00:18.810 --> 00:00:24.060 align:middle line:84% He would compose very romantic photographs and paint backdrops 00:00:24.060 --> 00:00:26.910 align:middle line:84% and you'd get a sense that you were out in the country. 00:00:26.910 --> 00:00:29.190 align:middle line:84% And the very beautiful things were happening 00:00:29.190 --> 00:00:32.380 align:middle line:90% when it was really in a studio. 00:00:32.380 --> 00:00:36.120 align:middle line:84% And this was one photograph that I had seen of my grandfather 00:00:36.120 --> 00:00:38.520 align:middle line:90% and grandmother. 00:00:38.520 --> 00:00:41.580 align:middle line:84% Ukrainian pastoral from a photo of my grandparents. 00:00:41.580 --> 00:00:44.400 align:middle line:90% 00:00:44.400 --> 00:00:47.280 align:middle line:84% On a wooded hillside by a river, a woman 00:00:47.280 --> 00:00:52.620 align:middle line:84% pauses to catch her breath, leans against a silver birch. 00:00:52.620 --> 00:00:57.960 align:middle line:84% What she sees we can't know for her eyes are shut. 00:00:57.960 --> 00:01:03.540 align:middle line:84% She is stocky, young, her calves glisten in sunlight. 00:01:03.540 --> 00:01:06.090 align:middle line:84% When she opens her eyes to admit us, 00:01:06.090 --> 00:01:11.760 align:middle line:84% the Earth is a maypole around, which she sweeps a clearing. 00:01:11.760 --> 00:01:15.810 align:middle line:84% Upon the water, a small boat is making its way toward shore. 00:01:15.810 --> 00:01:17.100 align:middle line:90% A man rowing. 00:01:17.100 --> 00:01:21.750 align:middle line:84% His muscular shoulders propelling him through mist. 00:01:21.750 --> 00:01:24.750 align:middle line:84% Perhaps, he imagines the shape on the hillside, 00:01:24.750 --> 00:01:28.260 align:middle line:84% who might be a wife or a sweetheart waiting. 00:01:28.260 --> 00:01:30.540 align:middle line:90% But his back is to us. 00:01:30.540 --> 00:01:35.790 align:middle line:84% Perhaps he shuts his eyes to hear the river's pulse. 00:01:35.790 --> 00:01:38.250 align:middle line:84% When I enter the parlor, I think you've been 00:01:38.250 --> 00:01:40.080 align:middle line:90% reading the book on your lap. 00:01:40.080 --> 00:01:42.300 align:middle line:90% But your eyes are shut. 00:01:42.300 --> 00:01:44.610 align:middle line:90% I remove my old coat. 00:01:44.610 --> 00:01:47.460 align:middle line:84% I see a parakeet preening in its cage, 00:01:47.460 --> 00:01:51.840 align:middle line:84% and a salad of onion and cucumber set on a table 00:01:51.840 --> 00:01:54.480 align:middle line:90% by a base of yellow iris. 00:01:54.480 --> 00:01:56.250 align:middle line:90% Was it something you heard? 00:01:56.250 --> 00:01:59.640 align:middle line:84% My foot on the walk that woke you? 00:01:59.640 --> 00:02:03.750 align:middle line:84% Or does light convert us into people, husband and wife 00:02:03.750 --> 00:02:07.380 align:middle line:84% the one reading the other entering an arch as he 00:02:07.380 --> 00:02:10.229 align:middle line:90% does each day of his life. 00:02:10.229 --> 00:02:13.980 align:middle line:84% On the wall, a woman partially hidden by trees, 00:02:13.980 --> 00:02:16.530 align:middle line:90% and a man gliding over water. 00:02:16.530 --> 00:02:22.880 align:middle line:84% About whom we can invent a story or better say nothing and wait. 00:02:22.880 --> 00:02:25.000 align:middle line:90%