G.E. Patterson
“. . . strange to be here . . . .”
- John O’Donohue (Fall, 2007)
- Pauline Kael (voiced 12/28/72 in New York City)
The low light will shift so this will not be
Crowds of hangers on spindled iron rails
Everything once divided into pieces
By time or distance a single perception
Then you were leaving but not yet gone
Stayed by those things you saw you would soon miss
The benediction of caring again
That line of sight stretched to frailty and bowed
Holding a moment longer in your gaze
You were you and there it seems almost endless
Though ending would be welcomed more tomorrow
Stitched or unstitched from what we were would be
It’s just a tender feeling no despair
To speak of steadying yourself on that
“. . . you saw . . . you were . . . .”
- Jenny Holzer
“. . . I can feel . . . .”
- Pauline Kael
“. . . blood, spirit . . . .”
- Elizabeth Willis (voiced 11/30/11 in NYC)
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A poet and translator, G.E. Patterson is the author of two books, Tug (Graywolf Press) and To and From (Ahsahta Press). He lives and works in Minnesota and in the Pacific Northwest.