HANNAH
Remembering a
radio interview
with Hannah Arendt
I cannot let her
go.
She’s grown within me.
I read her name
forward and backward.
She is gone.
I hear her pace
through thickets of thought.
gathering ideas
from either side,
bundling them.
Her words take
root
beneath our feet.
They urge us to harvest
truth and lift our eyes
away from books.
I loved that
voice,
a vehicle of trust
projecting (once,
eternally): Truth is —
and I, unmetaphorical,
feel it,
the
Earth,
on which we all stand,
and the Sky
that stretches far
above our heads.
And I can let
her go. |