A great change is at hand, and our task, our obligation, is to make
that revolution, that change, peaceful and constructive for all.
– John F. Kennedy, 6.11.1963
Strange violet light suffuses Providence
at dusk, just after
thundering rain. Your
grapeskin lens, emerald inheritance –
Venetian blinds, green-rusted
bands. Medgar, John.
Silver trumpet, iron
bond. Yet water flows (through busted
sluice of schoolhouse doors – Boston’s
wilting, molting parishes).
Lift the sign, St. Gaudens,
Lowells – Beacon Hill to someone’s
Ozark Oz. Spring vale for leprechaun,
show horse, Jackie’s
jockey... where ox
& antelope lie down (both Shaun
and Shem) ‘neath milky
& old-timey Alps.
rim your Eden-dream, Silky –
when the spectrum in the rain
arcs through its reign
of savory pain
(tears, nightmares... plain
full of wheat & sorrow, near &
far). Infinite fine
grain of green pine-
needle grove... King’s Merlin Everland.
(50 years ago today JFK gave his ground-breaking speech on civil rights. Peniel Joseph remembers it here (op-ed, NY Times, 6.11.13).