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Carmela querida — you chose to leave us on the very day of my 86th birthday; a birthday gift of sorts, I guess, to embark on your last adventure on that day. I loved you from the moment we met 54 years ago when I came to interview to teach at Laney College. You leave a deep hole filled only by the memories we made together in our long and rich friendship. I hold you in my heart, my thoughts, my prayers. Here is the poem that I wrote for you many years ago as you embarked on one of your many adventures. Carry the wind-song in your forever and to nowhere final journey.
Cuatro cosas tiene el hombre
que no sirven en la mar:
ancla, gobernalle y remos,
y miedo de naufragar.
for Carmen
& cut the firmament in sixths;
take an astrolabe
(because it has a lovely name),
& bees’ wax,
not against the sirens’ song
you wouldn’t want to miss,
but because you might want
the smell of flowers
just for one moment on the wine-dark sea.
Take one secret word you’ll want to roll
(to invoke the angels by),
& a small mirror
scratched with this charm:
there is one center to the universe
& it moves to wherever you are.
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