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George Drew
 

George Drew like Robert Frost is willing to follow the  voice he has created-- and thereby to lead the reader. The voice that narrates this journey is at first private and overheard and then 'goes public' again.  The reader follows all--  with the wonder and the enjoyment of a poetic chase that leads him to the place, the voice, and finally again to the word of the place that is celebrated. 
 

ABOUT CONNECTICUT

 

Qui Transtulit Sustinet

(Again, To Gray Jacobik)

Of all the states of the original Republic

it’s the one I’ve been in least,

the one I know least about. Until you,

I’ve known only one person who lived there,

a fine man with a fine Polish name,

Fedorowicz---a fine husband, a fine father,

and a fine friend. I loved him,

and I love the memory of having loved him,

and the way the memory keeps love alive.

Say it: Con-nec-ti-cut. Quinnehtukgut.

Always, as far back as I can remember

being able to speak, it has been one

of those words from Hell. Early on,

night after night I’d lie in the dark

trying to say it correctly, rolling the whole

insufferable sequence of its four syllables

around and around until my tongue stiffened

with incompetence and every syllable slurred.

A word that ranked right up there with vegetable,

for my betrayed and bitter tongue it was

a phonetic powder keg, a booby trap

of epic proportions. Stress wasn’t the problem:

four staccato syllables, two perfect iambs.

Rather, at its core it had a kind of exotic nuance

only an indigenous, home-grown word

can muster. Oh, how I loved it! Even

on my last visit in the dead of winter,

when we lowered Al Fedorowicz’s ashes

through dirt and rock and under the bruise

that was the morning sky surrendered him

to the flint of its embrace I cherished it

for its inscrutable appeal. And even more,

I loved the way I and so many others

misspelled it with two t’s at the end,

or with one n in the middle, or most of all,

with that incomparable c omitted.

I loved the way the final t trailed off

into nothing, the way it thinned like vapor

from a jet that was headed west, away

from the long tidal river, away

from the original Republic---from

the original shining sea, from me and thee.

 

 

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George Drew read his honorable mention poem at the 2002 Robert Frost Festival and participated at the Frost Foundation reading at Border's Books on the Loop in Methuen, Mass.

 

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