Barbara
Nelson, one of Rich's English teachers,
29 Sept
2001
My thoughts have hardly left Rich Lee… I visualize exactly where he usually sat in
the classroom, his typical postures, the timing with which he would respond
during literature discussions, and the exciting and stimulating quality of his
insights.
But these are all just the residual images and impressions of our interaction and time together – like film negatives. Perhaps the most characterizing “positive” that I’ve retained, which wrenchingly embodies all of the rest, is the private name that I used with him. Even as we corresponded during his college years, I would address him and he would sign himself as “Greatheart”, taken from a poem which begins: “Where are you going, Greatheart, with your eager face and fiery grace? Where are you going, Greatheart?"
Greatheart, with his eager face and fiery grace, with his energy and brilliance, with his tenderness and goodness, with his capacity to love thought, work, and people... Will I think of him?
You know the answer… one final gift of poetry
between us."
WILL I THINK OF YOU?
Will l think
of you?
No.
...except in
the morning when I first waken,
In the
evening, and before I sleep,
During the
day between morning and night
In the midst
of the things and nothings of my life.
Only at these times
will l think of you.
Only on
sunny days will l think of you,
And in the
rain,
In the power
of the wind
And in Its
absence.
Only in the
mist and in clear weather
Only at these times
will l think of you.
Only in
crowded places will l think of you,
And when I
am alone,
And when
only a few are near.
Only when I
am busy and when I am idle
Will l think of you.
Only in
these-
The
circumstances and seconds of my life,
The times
and tides of my being-
Only in these
And in all of these
Will l think of you.
-Barbara Nelson