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GUEST,pauperback Obit: Author Ursula Kroeber LeGuin (1929-2018) (13) RE: Obit: BS: Ursula Kroeber LeGuin 1929 - 2018 23 Jan 18

Poem Written in 1991
When the Soviet Union Was Disintegrating
by Ursula K. Le Guin
The reason why Iím learning Spanish
by reading Neruda one word at a time
looking most of them up in the dictionary
and the reason why Iím reading
Dickinson one poem at a time
and still not understanding
or liking much, and the reason
why I keep thinking about
what might be a story
and the reason why Iím sitting
here writing this, is that Iím trying
to make this thing.
I am shy to name it.
My father didnít like words like ďsoul.Ē
He shaved with Occamís razor.
Why make up stuff
when thereís enough already?
But I do fiction. I make up.
There is never enough stuff.
So I guess I can call it what I want to.
Anyhow it isnít made yet.
I am trying one way and another
all words ó So itís made out of words, is it?
No. I think the best ones
must be made out of brave and kind acts,
and belong to people who look after things
with all their heart,
and include the ocean at twilight.
Thatís the highest quality
of this thing I am making:
kindness, courage, twilight, and the ocean.
That kind is pure silk.
Mineís only rayon. Words wonít wash.
It wonít wear long.
But then I havenít long to wear it.
At my age I should have made it
long ago, it should be me,
clapping and singing at every tatter,
like Willy said. But the ďmortal dress,Ē
man, thatís me. Thatís not clothes.
That is me tattered.
That is me mortal.
This thing I am making is my clothing soul.
Iíd like it to be immortal armor,
sure, but I havenít got the makings.
I just have scraps of rayon.
I know Iíll end up naked
in the ground or on the wind.
So, why learn Spanish?
Because of the beauty of the words of poets,
and if I donít know Spanish
I canít read them. Because praise
may be the thing Iím making.
And when Iím unmade
Iíd like it to be whatís left,
a wisp of cheap cloth,
a color in the earth,
a whisper on the wind.
Una palabra, un aliento.

So now Iíll turn right round
and unburden an embittered mind
that would rejoice to rejoice
in the second Revolution in Russia
but canít, because it has got old
and wise and mean and womanly
and says: So. The men
having spent seventy years in the name of something
killing men, women, and children,
torturing, running slave camps,
telling lies and making profits,
have now decided
that that something wasnít the right one,
so theyíll do something else the same way.
Seventy years for nothing.

And the dream that came before the betrayal,
the justice glimpsed before the murders,
the truth that shone before the lies,
all that is thrown away.
It didnít matter anyway
because all that matters
is who has the sayso.

Once I sang freedom, freedom,
sweet as a mockingbird.
But I have learned Real Politics.
No freedom for our children
in the world of the sayso.
Only the listening.
The silence all around the sayso.
The never stopping listening.
So I will listen
to women and our children
and powerless men,
my people. And I will honor only
my people, the powerless.

Born in California
But a true Oregonian

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