Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SACRAL DREAMS OF RAMON FERNANDEZ, by JAMES GALVIN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ramon fernandez did not live Last Line: He said, god has brought me here Subject(s): Coal Mines & Miners | ||||||||
Ramon Fernandez was not intended to be anyone at all. -- Wallace Stevens Ramon Fernandez did not live, As has been suggested, By the sea. The unacceptable thoughts That plagued his dreams Were diagnosed as being the result Of unacceptable thoughts. He could see the stars Over the San Juan Valley, Moonlight on the Sangre de Cristo Range. He could hear, Despite the constant ringing in his ears, The feet of Penitentes Scuffing past his low door, The whistling of their thorn branches. It all seemed real enough to Ramon, And not in the least to require his witness. I'm not saying Ramon Fernandez Had no imagination. He could alter the way he saw Some things, small things, Like transparent vessels And birds, both rare and common. But the mountains were too much for him. When the Penitentes scuffed by moaning, He hid. Directly underneath Ramon's fields An abandoned coal mine smoldered. It had been abandoned Because of smoldering. Every time the wind blew hard Water in the ditches boiled, The acequia Ramon used To irrigate his vegetables. Ramon picked cooked vegetables -- Carrots, turnips, beets -- Out of the steaming soil. To someone else this might have seemed Acceptable. For Ramon it was just the beginning Of sacral dolor. For instance, Ramon Fernandez did not like his father, Though his father was dying of cancer. Oh, there were two or three Paternal qualities Ramon could list That might have seemed acceptable To someone else. His father was a stoic To the point of emotionlessness. His father was a bultero. The Penitentes never bothered him! Then there were Ramon's sisters. Ramon Fernandez wished They would leave him alone. Ramon Fernandez wished they would stop Praying for him. His mother had died very young. Unacceptably young it seemed to Ramon. It made his ears ring. He loved his wife and children With acceptable excess of devotion, But their mortality -- The idea of it! -- Was unbearable to him. Furthermore he wanted To sleep with every woman on earth Except the ugly ones. Ramon recognized this feeling As unacceptable. When he confessed it to his wife She made him sleep in the cistern. Ramon Fernandez it seemed, Wanted acceptable thoughts For unacceptable reasons: To rid himself of chronic lumbar pain, Gastroenteritis, Ringing in the ears And, if possible, to gain Escape from Hell. There was, near his house, On a plateau at the foot Of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, A lake reputed by local myth to be Unfathomable. Ramon's solace Was to lie on the ice at night in winter, Cruciform, and ponder The manifest, synchromeshed stars And the unmanifest Depths beneath the ice. He began to think there was only one Human emotion, Whose absence was happiness, Whose anaesthesis was labor, That loneliness and guilt Were indistinguishable Without reference To the events which triggered them. The same with love, hate, boredom, nostalgia, envy. Nostalgia was the worst, That loneliness for loneliness That urped over his existence And immobilized him With carpal tunnel pain, Rotator cuff discomfort. Ramon Fernandez began to think That all the great philosophers Were simple fugitives From the kind of thinking that gives one Excruciating back pain. Cowards. Unacceptable. Especially Nietzsche. Also Heidegger, Freud, Marx. All cowards. All had cobbled, From unacceptable thoughts of loneliness, Escapes that crumpled like paper wings On the moonlit talus. Ramon Fernandez was not sure About mathematicians Or astronomers. He could only guess how lonely Jesus must have been. Eventually Ramon unstuck himself And went home to sleep in the cistern, Which was onion-shaped, chiseled Out of solid rock, Inexplicably dry, With a single, starry opening at the top. At least Einstein and (Ramon's favorite) Wallace Stevens had left A little room for loneliness, Had heard what it had to say, Though a great many poets, it seemed, Had embraced and later died Of loneliness, Like a venereal disease. Having so thought, Down in the cistern, Under the terrifying stars, Ramon turned to the chiseled wall And away from desire For acceptability. There followed, Without Ramon's volition Or reference, images Of eternal principles -- Not ones he would have thought up By himself. For example, his burro. For example the arias of coyotes Which never frightened his burro. For example the asters His burro stepped on As they rode, in summer, through the San Juan. Ramon Fernandez considered the bultos And santos his father whittled, The inherent religiosity Even of secular art. He considered the Penitentes, The unbelievable spiritual confusion Of their children. He considered the missionary aspect of termites. When he closed his eyes He could see the mountains perfectly, But with eyes closed He could only approximately Imagine the stars. His wrists hurt. He said, God has brought me here. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PETRIFIED WOMAN by MINNIE BRUCE PRATT THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A MEDITATION ON RHODE ISLAND COAL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A COAL FIRE IN WINTER by THOMAS MCGRATH NEWS FROM NEWCASTLE; UPON THE COAL-PITS ABOUT NEWCASTLE-UPON-TYNE by JOHN CLEVELAND A DISCRETE LOVE POEM by JAMES GALVIN |
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