REMEMBERING A GREAT WRITER THROUGH SOME OF HIS FINAL WORDS

Jim Harrison, the great American writer, novelist and poet, died on Saturday night at the age of 78. His last book of poems, Dead’s Man Float, was published by Copper Canyon in January of this year.

Beautiful poetry.

Seven in the Woods

Am I as old as I am?
Maybe not. Time is a mystery
that can tip us upside down.
Yesterday I was seven in the woods,
a bandage covering my blind eye,
in a bedroll Mother made me
so I could sleep out in the woods
far from people. A garter snake glided by
without noticing me. A chickadee
landed on my bare toe, so light
she wasn’t believable. The night
had been long and the treetops
thick with a trillion stars. Who
was I, half-blind on the forest floor
who was I at age seven? Sixty-eight
years later I can still inhabit that boy’s
body without thinking of the time between.
It is the burden of life to be many ages
without seeing the end of time.

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