A Hunger for Music and Light

Oh! Blessed rage for order, pale Ramon,
The maker’s rage to order words of the sea,
Words of the fragrant portals, dimly-starred,
And of ourselves and of our origins,
In ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds.”
Wallace Stevens in Idea of Order

 

Ramon Fernandez crept into my dreams,
a go between for the city and the sea,
I looked to him to explain the pull
from neon lights to moonlight
and back again, mindless
like moth to flame
or surf to sand.

Stevens knew him
as he knew the sea,
knew it was the voice we heard
beyond reason and understanding,
into believing,
Ramon Fernandez
how could you be mere phantom?

Out of the chaotic philosophy
of man, you found a door
that lets us in to the wind and sea,
yet keeps us from it, a motherhood
of memory and music, a metaphoric union
between heaven and earth, poem and poet
“in ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds…”*

Pale Ramon,*
as I stand on the banks of the Atlantic,
I am one with the sea, yet separate.
The blinding light and the fear of drowning
causes the meek to settle for searching,
and thus the hunger
that sustains.

*quotes from Idea of Order

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