By Kenneth E. Boulding
The social philosophy of Kenneth Boulding
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I think I could have stopped it, if I'd been as firm as a nurse or noticed the neck of the driver as he cheated the crosstown lights; or later in the evening, if I'd held my napkin over my mouth. I think I could . . if I' d been different, or wise, or calm, I think I could have charmed the table, the stained dish or the hand of the dealer. But it's done. It's all used up. There's no doubt about the trees spreading their thin feet into the dry grass. A Canada goose rides up, spread out like a gray suede shirt, honking his nose into the March wind.
The Feet, mechanical, go round Of Ground, or Air, or OughtA Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stoneThis is the Hour of Lead Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow First-Chill-then Stupor-then the letting go- 7 "My life closed twice before its close-" E MILY DICKINSON My life closed twice before its close It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell.
The sun came out when I turned to walk away, Glared down on me as I turned and walked away My back to my mother, leaving her where she lay. The road going home was pocked with holes, That home-going road's always full of holes; Though we slow down, time's wheel still rolls. I wander now among names of the dead: My mother's name, stone pillow for my head. 30 Without D ON ALD HALL we lived in a small island stone nation without color under gray clouds and wind distant the unlimited ocean acute lymphoblastic leukemia without seagulls or palm trees without vegetation or animal life only barnacles and lead colored moss that darkened when months did hours days weeks months weeks days hours the year endured without punctuation february without ice winter sleet snow melted recovered but nothing without thaw although cold streams hurtled no snowdrop or crocus rose no yellow no red leaves of maple without october no spring no summer no autumn no winter no rain no peony thunder no woodthrush the book was a thousand pages without commas without mice oak leaves windstorms no castles no plazas no flags no parrots without carnival or the procession of relics intolerable without brackets or colons silence without color sound without smell without apples without pork to rupture gnash unpunctuated without churches uninterrupted no orioles ginger noses no opera no without fingers daffodils cheekbones 31 the body was a nation a tribe dug into stone assaulted white blood broken to shards provinces invaded bombed shot shelled artillery sniper fire helicopter gunship grenade burning murder landmine starvation the ceasefire lasted forty-eight hours then a shell exploded in a market pain vomit neuropathy morphine nightmare confusion the rack terror the vise vincristine ara-c cytoxan vp-16 loss of memory loss of language losses pneumocystis carinii pneumonia bactrim foamless unmitigated sea without sea delirium whipmarks of petechiae multiple blisters of herpes zoster and how are you doing today I am doing one afternoon say the sun came out moss took on greenishness leaves fell the market opened a loaf of bread a sparrow a bony dog wandered back sniffing a lath it might be possible to take up a pencil unwritten stanzas taken up and touched beautiful terrible sentences unuttered the sea unrelenting wave gray the sea flotsam without islands broken crates block after block the same house the mall no cathedral no hobo jungle the same women and men they longed to drink hayfields no without dog or semicolon or village square without monkey or lily without garlic 32 For a Woman Dead at Thirty J E AN VAL ENTIN E No one ever talked like that before, like your Last white rush in the still light of your Last, bungled fever: no one will any more.