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2340 SIERRA COURT, PALO ALTO, CALIFORNIA:
ON THE  DYING OF MIRIAM PATCHEN

One week ago today, a neighbor saw her walking in herback yard,
After which she went back in her house,
The house in which she had lived for forty-six years,more than half her life.
No one saw her again after that, until two days later,
When Jonathan Clark, who had known her ever sincehe had been  a small boy,
Found her sitting on her chair by the telephone, aletter open  on her lap.
Miriam Patchen was dead.

Miriam would have claimed her dying was of no consequence.
And she would have said that my composing this nowwas not of  much consequence, either.
And, of course, she would have been right.
Measured against the indifferent wind, what we dohere  together does not mean much.
And, yet, as the news of her dying flashed aroundthe world,  there were hundreds,
Perhaps thousands of poems, written and unwritten,being  composed in homage to her
By those who had been touched by her, those who hadknown her and whom she had known.

None of these poems are of much consequence to her,not any more,
Because none of them can bring her back to us.
And, yet, she is with us still, just as her husband, Kenneth,
One of the giant poets of our own time, also now deadand  gone,
Was kept with us by her unflagging devotion to his memory.
And so will memory of Miriam Patchen always be with me
For as long as I, too, still remain alive.

I knew her very well.
Eight years older than I am, she was like an oldersister to  me.
We were family: we argued, we often disagreed,
Her political tirades more than once frustrated me,her opinions about art often at odds with mine,
Her constant demands to stay up all night talkingexhaustive to me.
But we were here together.
And we loved each other.

I knew her very well. I knew her for more than fiftyyears;
I  had written to her husband and she had writtento me since 1950.
The day her husband died in 1972, she  immediatelysent me a telegram to tell me so.
I know what happened on that morning one week agotoday.
A few days earlier, she had written  notes aboutthe pain in her chest,
But she called no one.
The day before she died, she started a  letterto Larry Smith, whose biography of her husband is now being  published.

She never finished that  letter.
Instead, one week ago today, she walked  intoher back yard,
Said good morning to her beloved  squirrels andbirds,
Those animals whose ancestors had been her friendsfor more than half her life, here in this same back yard.
She fed them some nuts and bread crumbs, then walkedback into her house,
Sat down in her chair, next to the telephone, startedreading a letter;
The telephone rang several times during the next twodays.

Miriam Patchen did not answer the telephone ever again.
After Jonathan Clark found her, he called Rita Bottoms.
Rita called me, telling me that she would be in immediatecontact with Lawrence Ferlinghetti and other old  friends.
I called Larry Smith and Bill Mullane and Marcus Williamson,all of whom had known Miriam well;
I also sent messages to as many people as I couldthink of who had known her.
However, anyone trying to call 856-6529 at 2340 SierraCourt, Palo Alto, California, got no answer.
Miriam Patchen did not answer her  telephoneringing ever again.

She had returned to her squirrels and birds in theirpeaceable kingdom.
She had said goodbye to all of us still  heretogether.
Goodbye, Miriam!
At last now, the bearer of the red  wine andpossessor of what once was yellow hair on 23rd Street in Greenwich Village,
Who lived with Kenneth for almost twenty years at2340 Sierra Court, Palo Alto, California, living there herself  foranother twenty-seven years after his death,
Has followed the dead poet, who had  been bornand raised in steel-mill Ohio, into Heaven.
Meanwhile, back here among that which  stilllives, we will go on, hoping, believing that what we do and say is of someconsequence.

- Joel Climenhaga
March 13, 2000: Bisbee,  Arizona

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