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The Pulitzer Prize for poetry was awarded yesterday to W.S. Merwin for his book, "The Shadow Of Sirius." That's S-I-R-I-U-S.
The citation describes it as a collection of luminous, often tender poems that focus on the profound power of memory. This is Merwin's second Pulitzer. When he first won, in 1971, he was best known for his poems against the war in Vietnam.
A couple of years ago, in an LA Times review of his collection "The Book of Fables," Amy Gerstler described Merwin as, quote, "a post-Presbyterian, Zen poet and channeler of ancient paradoxes. He strikes a balance between the world we know with our senses and those occult regions we are only intermittently privy to," unquote.
Merwin was born in 1927, the son of a Presbyterian minister. He now lives in Hawaii, where he's active in environmental issues. I spoke with him last December, after "The Shadow of Sirius" was published. We started with a reading of his poem "A Likeness."
Mr. W.S. MERWIN (Poet): (Reading) Almost to your birthday and as I / am getting dressed alone in the house / a button comes off and once I find / a needle with an eye big enough / for me to try to thread it / and at last have sewed the button on / I open an old picture of you / who always did such things by magic / one photograph found after you died / of you at twenty / beautiful in a way / I would never see / for that was nine years / before I was born / but the picture has / faded suddenly / spots have marred it / maybe it is past repair / I have only what I remember
GROSS: I love that last line, I have only what I remember, that you have this photograph of your mother - I assume it's your mother...
Mr. MERWIN: Yes.
GROSS: ...and the photograph is marred, and you only have what you remember.
You know, memory is always such an issue for me. You know, do you struggle to chronicle your life, to keep the photographs, to document it, to keep journals, to hold on to all the memories, or do you accept that you have only what you remember?
Mr. MERWIN: I think we do both. I think we always do both, and what we think of as the present really is the past. It is made out of the past. The present is - the present is an absolutely transparent moment that only great saints ever see occasionally.
But the present, what we think of as the present, is made up of the past, and the past is always - one moment, it's what happened three minutes ago, and one minute, it's what happened 30 years ago. And they flow into each other in ways that we can't predict and that we keep discovering in dreams, which keep bringing up feelings and moments, some of which we never actually saw. But those moments themselves bring up the feelings that we had forgotten we had, and it's all memory.
So I think the idea that memory is somehow sentimental or nostalgic, nostalgia itself is - the etymology of nostalgia is homecoming, and homecoming is what we all believe in. I mean, if we didn't believe in homecoming, we wouldn't be able to bear the day.
GROSS: As you get older, do you spend more time thinking about your early memories, your childhood, your formative years?
Mr. MERWIN: I do. I think this is one of the benefits of getting older, that one has that perspective on things farther away. One is so caught up, in middle years, in the idea of accomplishing something, when in fact the full accomplishment is always with one.
GROSS: Several of the poems in your book are about your parents. This is one of them. It's called "A Single Autumn." Would you introduce it for us and read it?
Mr. MERWIN: Yes. This is something I think I'd thought about quite often. And my parents died very close together. I thought they weren't very close together, but actually one of their great gifts to me was that neither of them turned out to be afraid of dying at all. And in quite different ways, they died without any expression of anxiety or of dread or of clutching at anything else. And that's a great gift to be given, that feeling of no fear, and I think I inherited it from them very early.
But after my mother died - I was away in Europe when she died, and when I came back, the original, the first funeral had - it was already over. And I moved right into the house, against the advice of many friends, and spent something like a month or six weeks there - and giving away their belongings to their friends and getting to know their friends and then finally giving away the furniture, things to my sister. And being there in a totally empty house, before I just left it and went back to New York. This is about that time of being alone in that empty house, when if it hit me hard, I was all by myself, and it didn't matter. And if it didn't, I went through all of the feelings and no feelings that one has at that time - noticing that, you know, that there were many things that we would never - bits of conversation that we would never finish.
And so this is a poem about that, called "A Single Autumn."
(Reading) The year my parents died / one that summer one that fall / three months and three days apart / I moved into the house / where they had lived their last years / it had never been theirs / and was still theirs in that way / for a while
Echoes in every room / without a sound / all the things that we / had never been able to say / I could not remember
Doll collection / in a china cabinet / plates stacked on shelves / lace on drop-leaf tables / a dried branch of bittersweet / before a hall mirror / were all planning to wait
The glass door of the house / remained closed / the days had turned cold / and out in the tall hickories / the blaze of autumn had begun / on its own
I could do anything
GROSS: God, I love that last line: I could do anything.
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GROSS: And I think - what were some of the things that you wouldn't have done when your parents were alive living in that house?
Mr. MERWIN: Well you know, all the inhibitions one has with parents, and my father was a very - when he was younger, was a very repressive, capricious, punitive, incomprehensible, distant person, and I freed myself from that, insofar as one ever frees oneself of any such influence, fairly early.
But one was always aware of the things that would trouble either of them, and all of those things were gone. I mean, I could say or do or think or go or meet or talk to anything, anybody, the way I wanted to. I was as free there as I was anywhere in the world, and it was a sort of desolate freedom, of course.
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GROSS: When you were going through your parents' possessions and figuring out what to give away, what to keep, what to throw away, what did you decide to keep?
Mr. MERWIN: Not very much. My father was a minister, and he asked me to burn all his sermons. That was - I mean, they were terrible sermons.
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GROSS: What made them terrible? Why do you describe them as terrible?
Mr. MERWIN: Oh, he never finished a sentence, you know, and...
GROSS: Well you never finish - you never even have periods in your poems. That's really funny.
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Mr. MERWIN: Yeah. No, but these were all dashes, like Emily Dickinson. And they were very unoriginal, you know, and he just obviously didn't want them kept.
GROSS: Did you want to keep them for yourself, or did you obey the wishes?
Mr. MERWIN: I kept... I did want to keep some, and I wanted to keep various correspondences that my mother had there that were marked burn this. So I burned them, and sometimes I feel like, that Eric Brod, you know, the way Eric Brod must have felt very pleased that he kept Kafka's papers, in spite of Kafka's wishes. I sometimes wish that I'd just read through them and kept the ones I wanted to, but I didn't.
You know, it's at that moment you're very eager to do what they wanted you to. But I kept strange things. I kept things that my mother was growing in the garden. I potted them up and took them back to the apartment and grew them in New York. One or two last bits of clothing that were hanging in the closet. Very little, you know. They weren't people who had much money, and there was nothing of great value there. And oh, odds and ends, a few small things from my grandfather, I mean, a penknife from my grandfather, little tiny things like that that would've meant nothing to anybody else.
And, oh, the other thing that I kept from the house - I gave my sister all the furniture. We divided everything up quite equitably - and I kept all of the papers. So there were diaries and day books and account books and all sorts of stuff that I used later.
GROSS: When you say used, you mean used in poems?
Mr. MERWIN: Yes, used in poems and used in trying to - in writing "Unframed Originals" - oh her, she was an orphan. Her father had worked for the Pennsylvania railroad, and he had passes for all the railroads that existed in the very beginning of the 20th century and that had ceased to exist. It was wonderful taking out his book of passes and seeing all of the nonexistent railroads that he could ride free on.
GROSS: That sounds wonderful. Do you still have that?
Mr. MERWIN: Oh yeah, I still have them, yes.
GROSS: We're listening back to an interview with W.S. Merwin. Yesterday, he won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry for his collection, "The Shadow of Sirius." More after a break. This is FRESH AIR.
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GROSS: W.S. Merwin won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry yesterday for his collection "The Shadow of Sirius." We're listening back to the interview I recorded with him last December, after the publication of that book.
Your father was a minister. What were you taught about God? What did you believe about God when you were young?
Mr. MERWIN: Oh, I had to learn the catechism, and - but it was mostly proscriptive, things you couldn't do. We - there was no card-playing in the house and no dancing and not much of anything that was fun, and it gradually all shelled off. He got better about it as I got older, and then he became a chaplain in the Second World War, went overseas. And so in my early adolescence, I was freed of all that and managed to sort of get along with him much better in later years. But he was pretty remote. He didn't know how to be a father.
GROSS: Did he know that you became a poet, and did he think poetry was frivolous?
Mr. MERWIN: No, he didn't. He thought it was fine. And when I felt that I was, in effect, a pacifist at the end of World War II, and I was put in the psycho ward in the Chelsea House Naval Hospital...
GROSS: You were? You were?
Mr. MERWIN: I was, yeah.
GROSS: You were put in the mental ward for being a pacifist?
Mr. MERWIN: Yeah, because I had enlisted, you see, when I was 17, and all this cogitation about it had come later, and I finally asked to be put in the brig because I said I've made a terrible mistake, and I should never have enlisted. I don't really believe in what we're doing.
And so I was instead put in a psycho ward, and I was pretty lucky, I guess. But he came to the Chelsea Hospital and talked to the chaplain there and came to see me as a visitor and said you must follow your own convictions. I thought that's pretty good, you know? He's never said that before.
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GROSS: What year was this that you were put in the psycho ward?
Mr. MERWIN: Oh, when was it, '46 I guess?
GROSS: So what was your treatment?
Mr. MERWIN: Oh, it was - they tried to scare me, I guess, but it was - otherwise it was basically rather humane. I was locked up. I was in a big ward, and there were some people who had real trouble, I mean hallucinations and DTs from alcoholism, and brain damage from active duty and all mixed in together. I made some good friends there in the ward whom I never saw again.
GROSS: Did being locked up in a psychiatric ward make you question your own sanity? Were you able to be confident the whole time that you were locked up under false pretenses, and you were perfectly sane, you were just dissenting?
Mr. MERWIN: Oh, I realized that, that it was because of dissenting. But I didn't question - I mean, the more I thought about it, I thought I can't allow myself to be trained to kill on orders, to take life on orders.
I mean, I really took the idea of not killing seriously. And I thought, whatever I'm told, killing is still my responsibility if I do it. I can't say it's because I was ordered to because no, I don't really believe that.
I don't believe I would kill on orders. I don't believe I would take life because somebody told me to, and these are people who are doing it for reasons of their own and for reasons, some of which I don't know, and these other people I'm supposed to kill are people whom I don't know.
I can imagine circumstances in which I might do it. I can imagine being in the resistance or something like that, where I could do it, but it would be extreme circumstances in which I could feel that I was taking that responsibility on myself, just as we do when we kill a mosquito or a gnat.
I don't think we have a right to take life, any life. I think we take it knowing that we do and knowing that we have no right to do it, and we're responsible for it.
GROSS: I don't know how you feel about talking about this, but how do you feel about getting older - you're in your early 80s now - and dealing with the dimming of some of the senses and a body that isn't as strong as it was? I don't know if you have a lot of pain - you know, physical ailments associated with that, but you have to accept a certain amount of physical diminishment as you age. How are you at accepting that or dealing with it?
Mr. MERWIN: The one thing so far that I find a little difficult is that my - having always had wonderful eyes, my eyes aren't as good as they used to be, and so I have to get used to that.
But I have a great guide in this matter. I had a magnificent creature, incredible character, a black chow who, at the age of eight, went blind, totally blind. And you had to tell people about that because she always knew everything.
And she would guide me if the light got - if I was out somewhere and I was taking her for a walk and forgot a flashlight, and it got dark, she'd take me home. And I thought, you know, the way she confronted absolutely everything without fear, without panic, without anything of the kind, this is one of the great guiding spirits of my life.
And so as my eyes get worse, I think of Mookoo(ph) more and more often. And that's a very pleasant thing to do because I think, how would Mookoo have dealt with this situation, and you know very well how she would have done it.
GROSS: We have time for one more poem, and I'd like to ask you to close with a poem called "Rain Light." If you can introduce it for us first?
Mr. MERWIN: I shall. It's again a poem in the third - in the last section of the book, and it's about - what is it about? It's about the very thing you were talking about. I mean, what happens as you face the fact that the entire world is slipping, literally dissolving around you, around us?
You know, we have that feeling about our civilization and about our species and everything else. It's all endangered. And indeed it is, and we either face that as a recognition as that's our moment, or we sort of groan and dread it, which is a waste of time.
But this is not a rational poem at all. It's called "Rain Light," early, early morning rain, which is something that I love very much.
(Reading) All day the stars watch from long ago / my mother said I am going now / when you are alone you will be all right / whether or not you know you will know / look at the old house in the dawn rain / all the flowers are forms of water / the sun reminds them through a white cloud / touches the patchwork spread on the hill / the washed colors of the afterlife / that lived there long before you were born / see how they wake without a question / even though the whole world is burning
GROSS: W.S. Merwin, thank you so much for talking with us and for reading some of your poems. Thank you.
Mr. MERWIN: Thank you, Terry.
GROSS: W.S. Merwin, recorded last December after the publication of his collection of poems "The Shadow of Sirius." Yesterday, that book won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry.
The Pulitzer Prize for music went to Steve Reich for his composition "Double Sextet." Here's an excerpt of the final movement, performed by the ensemble Eighth Blackbird, which commissioned the piece. I'm Terry Gross, and this is FRESH AIR.
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