Letters to Borges
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Stephen Kuusisto
Stephen Kuusisto is the author of the memoirs Have Dog, Will Travel; Planet of the Blind (a New York Times “Notable Book of the Year”); and Eavesdropping: A Memoir of Blindness and Listening and of the poetry collections Only Bread, Only Light and Letters to Borges. A graduate of the Iowa Writer’s Workshop and a Fulbright Scholar, he has taught at the University of Iowa, Hobart and William Smith Colleges, and Ohio State University. He currently teaches at Syracuse University where he holds a professorship in the Center on Human Policy, Law, and Disability Studies. He is a frequent speaker in the US and abroad. His website is StephenKuusisto.com.
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Letters to Borges - Stephen Kuusisto
1
Now is it a tree or a god there, showing through the rusted gate?
JORGE LUIS BORGES
(TRANSLATED BY W.S. MERWIN)
Emily Dickinson and the Ophthalmoscope
1
A bird, dun-colored and nearly bald, flits above the retina and vanishes
Like a Calvinist toy—a straw doll lost in snow.
I am a girl going blind,
she thinks. "Soon I will be dark as a hat
Or something we might lace."
Of talk there is no use—
The tongue itself is blanked,
One might speak to sleeves
Or the buttons of Father’s shirt.
Still the bird returns
And walks across the eye
Like Milton’s Eve, dream-walking.
To think what I may tell it,
she thinks. "That’s the trick—
A small blind wisdom as winter ends."
She sees the bird already knows:
It bathes itself,
Then tucks to clean its wings.
My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I am feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings.
2
To be blind is the end of autumn.
Watch as the afternoon falls like seeds;
Keep a locket; press the sights.
The Sun kept setting—setting—still
No Hue of Afternoon—
Upon the Village I perceived—
From House to House ‘twas Noon—
The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—still
No Dew upon the Grass—
But only on my Forehead stopped—
And wandered in my Face—
What medicine for this?
Earthen face and clay eyes.
3
I see the doctor’s skill
Is made of repetition;
Lens after lens he tries;
But strangest
Is a difference.
He sees the planet rise
In the blank sky of faith,
My eye,
Too blind, he says, for day
But equal to twilight.
He looks long
Where nothing moves
But inscape blood
Those hairs of anemone,
Garnet script,
Mine alone.
I won’t go blind,
He says,
Though much will be gained
Or lost
By thinking so.
Home again at nightfall;
The cemetery grass
Fills with fireflies—
And as he promised
I alone see
How, giddy with parturition,
They circle
Amid the graves.
Write It Down
for James Crenner
The last crickets sing
Of synesthesia:
Leg on leg,
Their wings
Cold as glass.
My dear friend Sisi
From Finland
Tells me
The crickets
Prepare winter