Tumbling Toward the End
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• Has an active electronic presence
• Recorded CDs of his poetry with jazz bassist and composer William Parker
• Budbill is also a successful playwright
• Lived and worked in northern Vermont for 40 years
• Most of his poems are based on that landscape and a mythologized version of the community of Judevine.
• Is a community activist and political essayist.
• Has a Master’s in Divinity from Columbia University and has spent a lifetime investigating Zen philosophy through his poetry.
• Has received fellowships from both the Guggenheim foundation and the NEA.
David Budbill
David Budbill (1940–2016) is the author of eight books of poems, seven plays, two novels, a collection of short stories, two picture books for children, and the libretto for an opera. He also served as an occasional commentator on National Public Radio’s All Things Considered. He is well known for his play Judevine, which is centered on the lives of people who live in a fictional Vermont town—a place of great beauty and sometimes tough living. His honors include an Honorary Doctor of Humane Letters from New England College, a Guggenheim Fellowship in Poetry, and a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship. David lived a humble, engaged, and passionate life in the green mountains of Vermont with his wife of 50 years, the painter Lois Eby.
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Tumbling Toward the End - David Budbill
PART I
Earth’s the right place for love:
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
ROBERT FROST
Morning Meditation
Stand beside the woodstove,
hands on butt, palms turned out.
Face the window to the east.
What’s left of my tea in its
capped cup stays warm on
the stove behind me.
Stare out through the window:
at sunrise, snowfall, cloudy day,
branches of the apple tree,
birds moving to and from
the dooryard feeder.
Watch the day.
Empty mind,
empty self,
into which
this poem
now comes.
Whenever
Whenever I do the last things for the year,
like smoke the last bunch of sausages or
load the woodshed, or the first things of the
year like defrost the freezer on a subzero
night in January, as we did last night — we
put the freezer’s contents out on the porch
so they’ll stay colder than had they been in
the freezer at ten below — I wonder if this
will be the last time?
This Place
Whatever is produced by the help of another is likely to dissolve
and perish.
EKAI (1183–1260)
I came here almost fifty years ago well quit of the world, or so
I thought, and in retreat to these remote and lonely mountains
in imitation of my ancient Chinese brothers who also fled
the dark and dreck of political intrigue, the idiocies of arrogance and pretense,
all of us
fled small minds and pompous bearing to a world of natural simplicity in
which my
neighbors could be those who knew
the meaning of the turning seasons, of life and death, of drought
and plenty, who lived their lives and knew enough to take their dying
seriously, who
stayed alive and faced their deaths without excuse,
who suffered and let go. I came into this place and found a life
with people who would rather see you find out, find it, for yourself than lift a
hand to
help you, not out of arrogance or distance, but out
of modesty, respect, for your own self and for the impossibility
of ever telling anyone anything, born of their own hard-won experience,
which has taught
them all to know that nobody
learns anything they do not need,
and seek out by themselves, to know.
Vanity, Vanity, All Is Vanity
I’m full of aches and pains. The bottoms of my
feet hurt constantly, I’ve got arthritis in my
thumbs. My right arm is so weak I can’t