Lynn Schmidt says
she saw You once as prairie grass,
Nebraska prairie grass,
she climbed out of her car on a hot highway,
leaned her butt on the nose of her car,
looked out over one great flowing field,
stretching beyond her sight until the horizon came: vastness, she says,
responsive to the slightest shift of wind,
full of infinite change,
all One.
She says when she can't pray
She calls up Prairie Grass.
Pem Kremer
In life, Pem Kremer was a fine poet and a much loved professor at the University of
Kentucky. I know the kind of boundless prairie fields she is writing
about here, and she captures the grandeur, spirit and vastness
of such places wonderfully.
Thank you for this. Pem Kremer was a good friend of mine, from the time I took her class in Freshman Composition until her death. More than a teacher, she saw me through the roughest time in my life and helped me come out the other side. She was also completely ruthless in the classroom - but she taught me how to write!
I wish everyone could have known her, or could know someone like her, although she was an original, so that's not at all likely. I'm truly blessed to have known such a remarkable woman.
Cate, thank you...
ReplyDeleteI envy poets that can paint pictures with words.
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ReplyDeleteexcellent choice for us today.
ReplyDeletei love the lone prairie, i love it for it's lone-ness, i love my eyes travels far, looking for the end.
thank you.
Thank you for this. Pem Kremer was a good friend of mine, from the time I took her class in Freshman Composition until her death. More than a teacher, she saw me through the roughest time in my life and helped me come out the other side. She was also completely ruthless in the classroom - but she taught me how to write!
ReplyDeleteI wish everyone could have known her, or could know someone like her, although she was an original, so that's not at all likely. I'm truly blessed to have known such a remarkable woman.