Max’s Musings: Plumly
What is the best way to immerse yourself in something new?
While spending my day off at the Seattle Central Library, I came across a literary and artistic masterpiece. After wandering the countless shelves of poetry, it was A Millennium Reflection that made itself known to me; now, I will make it known to you.
A Millennium Reflection, which was foraged from a multitude of Seattle poets and photographers, brings people together for a common cause and common love. Published in 1999, it is a love letter from its residents to their city. The collection, a celestial tribute, deeply reflects on the beauty and resilience of Seattle alongside where it started, how far it has come, and where it still plans to go. Through poems and photographs, the city of Seattle is brought to life again.
Gary Zarker, Superintendent of Seattle City Light at the time, stated “The theme for Seattle’s millennium celebration—Light, Water, and Woods—captures the spirit and mood of our city. It carries a special significance for everyone who works to light and warm our community.” Nature and all its riches has a way of uniting people more than anything else.
With many top-notch contenders to probe further, the poem I finally chose to reflect on this week is “Rainbow” written by Stanely Plumly. Plumey’s bio reads: “Stanely Plumly, poet and teacher at the University of Maryland (formerly at the University of Washington), believes Seattle is the place to long for. His forthcoming book is titled Now That My Father Lies Down Beside Me.”
Rainbow
Taking its time
through each of the seven vertebrae of light
the sun comes down. It is nineteen forty-nine.
You stand in the doorway drying your hands.
It is still summer, still raining.
The evening is everywhere gold: windows, grass,
the sun side of the trees. As if to speak
to someone you look back into the dark
of the house, call my name, go in. I know
I am dreaming again. Still, it is raining
and the sun shining . . . You come back out
into the doorway, shading your eyes. It looks
as if the whole sky is going down on one wing.
By now I have my hands above my eyes, listening.