Object Permanence

[jisbell00]

Version II: Object Permanence


As the boy plays peek-a-boo, his mother
vanishes from the universe. A beat,
and then his mother reappears. It’s strange
how easily she comes and goes! The boy
coos with delight as that familiar voice
says peek-a-boo. She’s back. And there is nothing
this universe contains one half so precious
as Mother, it’s not clear where she begins
and he leaves off, the loss is absolute
that her return averts. I am no babe
in arms, these days, and I can testify
that objects leave the world and don’t come back,
and some of them are precious, and the heart
records their loss, as if for the first time.
 



Version I: Object Permanence


As the boy plays peek-a-boo, his mother
vanishes from the universe. A beat,
and then his mother reappears. It’s strange
how easily she comes and goes! The boy
coos with delight as that familiar voice
says peek-a-boo. She’s back. And there is nothing
this universe contains one half so precious
as Mother, it’s not clear where she begins
and he leaves off, the loss is absolute
that her return averts. This will not be
the only loss this boy will ever face,
and some won’t end so happily. I am
no babe in arms, and I can testify
that objects leave the world and don’t come back,
and some of them are precious, and the heart
records their loss, as if for the first time.
 

[Macavity]

Object Permanence


As the boy plays peek-a-boo, his mother
vanishes from the universe. A beat,
and then his mother reappears. It’s strange
how easily she comes and goes! The boy
coos with delight as that familiar voice
says peek-a-boo. She’s back. And there is nothing
this universe contains one half so precious
as Mother, it’s not clear where she begins
and he leaves off, the loss is absolute
that her return averts. This will not be
the only loss this boy will ever face,
and some won’t end so happily. I am
no babe in arms, and I can testify
that objects leave the world and don’t come back,
and some of them are precious, and the heart
records their loss, as if for the first time.
 

peek-a-boo is one of my fav words John, my ear picked up on coo as well, which is always a nice trigger to more innocent places (as well pigeons). The poem threads into the experience of loss as years go by from this beginning, explains the concept, but does not lose its heartfelt centre. Good poem John.

[jisbell00]

Thank you, Phil, I'm glad the poem works for you! Peek-a-boo seemed a good thread to hang the ruminations on. Glad you enjoyed the peek-a-boo and the cooing! I should send it to Fliss as well.

The story goes that kids learn object permanence around 2-3, as I recall. So peek-a-book is quite alarming!

Cheers,
John

[ray miller]

This will not be
the only loss this boy will ever face,
and some won’t end so happily.

Hello John. I think you could leave that passage out and have a more dramatic, poignant ending.

[jisbell00]

Hi Ray,

Thank you for stopping by. I'm trying out your version. I'm not sure I could have written my poem had this one not existed: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/ ... -ball-poem

Cheers,
John

[ray miller]

I don't know that the omission of that passage has made it any worse. I'd go no further than that. The epistemology of loss,,, whilst I quite admired the Berryman poem it seems to be begging for a lampoon. I might write one myself on the loss of one's balls.

[jisbell00]

That sounds like a perfectly good angle for a lampoon. GLad you enjoyed the Berryman.

I've restored the deleted passage in my MS. after all. I find the ending comes out of left field otherwise.

Cheers,
John