Eternity Blues

By Hayden Carruth 1921–2008 Hayden Carruth
I just had the old Dodge in the shop
with that same damned front-end problem,   
and I was out, so to speak, for a test run,

loafing along, maybe 35 m.p.h.,   
down the old Corvallis road,
holding her out of the ruts and potholes.

That’s out in Montana, the Bitterroot Valley.   
Long ways from home is how they say it.
Long ways from home, boys, long long ways from home.

Might as well not put this clunker in the shop   
and keep my hard-earned in my pocket,   
she wobbles and humps like a scared rabbit.

But it’s a real fine summer day in Corvallis,   
and I’m loafing along watching the sprayers   
do their slow drag on the fields of alfalfa,

and I come to a side road with a little green sign   
says “Kurtz Lane” and I said to myself out loud,   
“Mistah Kurtz—he alive. Him doing just fine,”

because of the sign, you see, and because I’m lonesome   
and maybe kind of bitter in spite of the sunshine.   
It’s still a goddamn long ways from home.

That’s one thing, though, that Heart of Darkness,   
I read that story every year, I never forget   
that crazy old son-of-a-bitch, that Kurtz.

And the next thing I see about a quarter-mile   
down the road is somebody small on the shoulder,   
a kid looking for a ride home, I figure.

And he’s a kid all right, maybe ten or eleven,   
but no Montana boy, he’s an Oriental,   
one of those Laotians that got resettled.

Can’t figure why they brought them to Montana.   
He’s got those big eyes and caved-in cheeks   
like the pictures on the TV during Vietnam,

and his mouth is open a little. I say to myself,   
I’ll give him a ride if he wants, and I even   
begin to slow down, but he didn’t

put up his thumb. Just when I went by, he waved,   
real quick and shy, but still like he was trying   
to reach me. I drove on. Then I bust out crying.

Hayden Carruth, “Eternity Blues” from Collected Shorter Poems, 1946-1991. Copyright © 1992 by Hayden Carruth. Reprinted with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P. O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.coppercanyonpress.org.

Source: Collected Shorter Poems 1946-1991 (Copper Canyon Press, 1992)

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Poet Hayden Carruth 1921–2008

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Subjects Activities, Travels & Journeys, Arts & Sciences, Reading & Books, Social Commentaries, History & Politics, Town & Country Life

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"Now and then a poet comes along whose work ranges across wide and diverse territories of form, attitude, and emotion—yet with the necessary intelligence that belies a deep, lifelong engagement with tradition—so that variance never seems mere experimentation or digression, but improvisation," wrote Midwest Quarterly contributor Matthew Miller. "Hayden Carruth is such an artist."

The National Book Award won by Carruth in 1996 . . .

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SUBJECT Activities, Travels & Journeys, Arts & Sciences, Reading & Books, Social Commentaries, History & Politics, Town & Country Life

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

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