Climbing Milestone Mountain, August 22, 1937

By Kenneth Rexroth 1905–1982 Kenneth Rexroth
For a month now, wandering over the Sierras,   
A poem had been gathering in my mind,   
Details of significance and rhythm,
The way poems do, but still lacking a focus.   
Last night I remembered the date and it all   
Began to grow together and take on purpose.
   We sat up late while Deneb moved over the zenith   
And I told Marie all about Boston, how it looked   
That last terrible week, how hundreds stood weeping   
Impotent in the streets that last midnight.
I told her how those hours changed the lives of thousands,
How America was forever a different place   
Afterwards for many.
                              In the morning
We swam in the cold transparent lake, the blue   
Damsel flies on all the reeds like millions   
Of narrow metallic flowers, and I thought   
Of you behind the grille in Dedham, Vanzetti,
Saying, “Who would ever have thought we would make this history?”
Crossing the brilliant mile-square meadow   
Illuminated with asters and cyclamen,   
The pollen of the lodgepole pines drifting   
With the shifting wind over it and the blue   
And sulphur butterflies drifting with the wind,   
I saw you in the sour prison light, saying,   
“Goodbye comrade.”
                           In the basin under the crest
Where the pines end and the Sierra primrose begins,   
A party of lawyers was shooting at a whiskey bottle.   
The bottle stayed on its rock, nobody could hit it.
Looking back over the peaks and canyons from the last lake,   
The pattern of human beings seemed simpler   
Than the diagonals of water and stone.   
Climbing the chute, up the melting snow and broken rock,
I remembered what you said about Sacco,
How it slipped your mind and you demanded it be read into the record.
Traversing below the ragged arête,
One cheek pressed against the rock
The wind slapping the other,
I saw you both marching in an army
You with the red and black flag, Sacco with the rattlesnake banner.
I kicked steps up the last snow bank and came   
To the indescribably blue and fragrant
Polemonium and the dead sky and the sterile
Crystalline granite and final monolith of the summit.   
These are the things that will last a long time, Vanzetti,
I am glad that once on your day I have stood among them.   
Some day mountains will be named after you and Sacco.   
They will be here and your name with them,
“When these days are but a dim remembering of the time   
When man was wolf to man.”
I think men will be remembering you a long time   
Standing on the mountains
Many men, a long time, comrade.

Kenneth Rexroth, “Climbing Milestone Mountain, August 22, 1937” from The Collected Shorter Poems. Copyright © 1966 by Kenneth Rexroth. Reprinted with the permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation, www.wwnorton.com/nd/welcome.htm.

Source: The Collected Shorter Poems (1966)

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Poet Kenneth Rexroth 1905–1982

POET’S REGION U.S., Western

SCHOOL / PERIOD Beat

Subjects Death, Relationships, Nature, Travels & Journeys, Activities, Social Commentaries, History & Politics, Stars, Planets, Heavens, Living, Crime & Punishment, Friends & Enemies

 Kenneth  Rexroth

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In a reminiscence written for the Los Angeles Times Book Review, Kenneth Rexroth's friend and former student Thomas Sanchez portrayed the author as a "longtime iconoclast, onetime radical, Roman Catholic, Communist fellow traveler, jazz scholar, I.W.W. anarchist, translator, philosopher, playwright, librettist, orientalist, critical essayist, radio personality, newspaper columnist, painter, poet and longtime Buddhist." While . . .

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SUBJECT Death, Relationships, Nature, Travels & Journeys, Activities, Social Commentaries, History & Politics, Stars, Planets, Heavens, Living, Crime & Punishment, Friends & Enemies

POET’S REGION U.S., Western

SCHOOL / PERIOD Beat

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