To My Teacher
My first own half-grown tenderness
out in the world—you teaching us
Beowulf, World War II, the army, Gertrude Stein,
already a lifetime-full of the meaning of things—
Still now, my second father, gone ahead,
I talk to you. I can’t hear your words yet,
but your voice like one of the trees
still around your old GI Bill house: Beowulf poet,
do people meet again? In our same old clothes?
or light?
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Light Me Down: The New & Collected Poems of Jean Valentine by Jean Valentine is available via Alice James.