| On the Strength of All Conviction and the Stamina of Love
by Jennifer Michael Hecht
Sometimes I think
we could have gone on.
All of us. Trying. Forever.
But they didn’t fill
the desert with pyramids.
They just built some. Some.
They’re not still out there,
building them now. Everyone,
everywhere, gets up, and goes home.
Yet we must not
diabolize time. Right?
We must not curse the passage of time.
Jennifer Michael Hecht, “On the Strength of All Conviction and the Stamina of Love” from The Next Ancient World. Copyright © 2001 by Jennifer Michael Hecht. Used by permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Tupelo Press, tupelopress.org. (buy now) Today is the birthday of the man who said, "A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people." That's Thomas Mann (books by this author), born in Lübeck, Germany (1875). He won the Nobel Prize in literature in 1929. His many novels include Buddenbrooks (1901), Mario and the Magician (1929), and Dr. Faustus (1947). It's the birthday of the father of modern Russian literature, Aleksandr Pushkin (books by this author), born in Moscow (1799). He died at the age of 38, but in his brief life, he worked in nearly every literary form. His masterpiece was the verse novel Eugene Onegin (1833) about a man who kills his friend in a duel, and loses the one woman he loves. Pushkin married Natalya Goncharova, who was described at the time as the most beautiful woman in Russia. She had many admirers, including Czar Nicholas. One of her suitors was so persistent that Pushkin finally challenged him to a pistol duel in 1837. Pushkin died two days later. The government initially tried to cover up the death because Pushkin was so popular among common Russians that they thought his death might spark an uprising. When word of his death finally did get out people all over the country went into mourning. One man, weeping openly in the street, was asked by a newspaper man if he had known Pushkin personally. He replied, "No, but I am a Russian." The Great Seattle Fire destroyed downtown Seattle on this date in 1889. The fire started in the basement of a cabinet shop on the corner of Front and Madison. An employee had set a pot of glue on top of a lit stove, and the glue caught fire. Over the next 18 hours, the blaze wiped out the town's business district and waterfront. Miraculously, there were no human fatalities. In a year's time Seattle had nearly been rebuilt. All the construction jobs sparked a population boom, and Seattle grew from a town of 25,000 into a full-fledged city of more than 40,000. It's the birthday of poet Maxine Kumin (books by this author), born in Philadelphia (1925). She was a good student and wrote poetry from the time she was a young girl, but she was equally interested in swimming, and even trained to become an Olympic swimmer as a teenager. When she was 18 Kumin was offered a job with Billy Rose's Aquacade, a famous traveling dance-and-swimming show, but her father considered the spectacle too risqué and refused to give his permission. He did approve of her academic talents, so she went to Radcliffe and studied literature and history. She had continued to write poetry and she showed her poems to one of her young professors, Wallace Stegner, who at the time was still an unknown novelist. Stegner handed them back with a note in red pencil, "Say it with flowers, but, for God's sake, don't try to write poems." She was so hurt that she didn't even try to write another poem for many years. In the meantime she got a master's degree in comparative literature, met and married an Army engineer, and moved to the suburbs where she concentrated on raising her children. During her third pregnancy she was feeling restless, and she happened upon a book called Writing Light Verse, which cost $3.95. She decided that if she hadn't published anything by the time her child was born she would give up forever. She was six months pregnant when The Christian Science Monitor accepted one of her poems and paid her $5 for it. It was just four lines long; it read: "There never blows so red the rose / so sound the round tomato, / as March's catalogues disclose / and yearly I fall prey to." She began publishing light verse in magazines like Ladies' Home Journal and The Saturday Evening Post. The Post required Kumin's husband to send a letter from his employer certifying that her poem was original, since, she later said, "Women, along with people of color, were still thought to be intellectually inferior, mere appendages in the world of belles lettres." She was happy enough writing light verse, although she wished she knew some other poets. In 1957 she enrolled in a local poetry-writing workshop. One of her classmates was the poet Anne Sexton and the two women became close friends and writing peers — they eventually installed separate phone lines in each of their homes so that they could be in constant communication. Very slowly Kumin began to have poems accepted that were not just light verse. She said, "Until the Women's Movement, it was commonplace to be told by an editor that he'd like to publish more of my poems, but he'd already published one by a woman that month." Her professor at the poetry workshop recommended her for a position at Tufts, where he taught, and so she began a long career as a teacher and mentor. As a teacher she often asked her students to memorize 30 to 40 lines of poetry a week so that they grew familiar with the sound of poetry. She said: "The other reason, as I tell their often stunned faces, is to give them an internal library to draw on when they are taken political prisoner. For many, this is an unthinkable concept; they simply do not believe in anything fervently enough to go to jail for it." Her books include Up Country (1972), The Long Approach (1985), Where I Live (2010), and And Short the Season (2014). Kumin died in 2014. She was 88. Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.® | 