Monday, June 19, 2017
RESUME
The Universe grew me
Out of the mixed bearing-tree
Of hard-working ancestors - Swedish, English, Danish,
(and more): farmers, sailers, soldiers, railroaders and
kitchen-bound women - one, a Native American
Out of beans and biscuits, venison,
wilde blueberries and cider,
Out of the garden of my Endless Toys,
Out of the love and rage of parents,
Father as craftsman,
Mother as teacher,
Out of the poverty, violence, and riches of America,
Out of Maine as a poem and library,
I came and became
An artist who speaks in images to find
And know,
And at last to share
The silences where the heart beats
Its wings against the Light.
Bill Hanson
8/12/1981
