The Maze Beyond the Garden: Collection of Poems
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Janusz Czubakowski
Janusz Czubakowski was born in Brooklyn, N.Y., in 1935, the second son of Polish immigrants. At 10, Longfellow’s ``The Skeleton in Armor” awoke his love of poetry. He has worked as a counter of holes in IBM punch cards, a technician for the University of Chicago library’s photo-duplication laboratory (drilling holes in concrete, among other duties) and as a copy boy on the New York Daily News. He once was obliged to subsist solely on 3 pounds of bananas a day for 11 days (they cost 6 cents a pound). He enlisted in the Army in 1955 and worked on the TB and men’s closed psychiatric wards at the hospital in Landstuhl, Germany. Eventually, he became copy desk chief for Electronic News. He is married, with one son and two grandsons, both with English accents. He lives in Maine with his wife of 50 years, Alexine.
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The Maze Beyond the Garden - Janusz Czubakowski
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Contents
Toilers of the Sea
Acolyte
4 a.m.
8th Street, Greenwich Village, 1970
16
17 (I)
17 (II)
Preludes. For a City.
Come, Out of the Wind
A Modern Education
A Sort of Schooling
Aesthetics
Acrobat
Answer
To a Kitchen Fly
Old Horror Films I
Old Horror Films II
Beyond
Identity
Fugue Underground
Always They Ask
Brownstone Summer. 1951.
Anthem
The Boundary
I Fear
At Easter, in His Age
Thoughts of One Removed
After Dinner
After Anthologies
Again the Long Doors Open
An August Afternoon
Here Nothing Dies
An Old King
At Senlac Hill
Another Self
Anthologies
Afterward
The Old Prince
The Old Prince II
Three Black Stones
The Other Room
Architect I
Architect II
In the Library
Listen to Me!
Listen to Me II
The Distance
Analysis
Arthur
Boy on the Beach
Captains and Dogs
Casualties of the Cold War. 1961
Autumn
Choice I
Choice II
Cinema
Circe’s
Circus
The Count’s Account
Telemachus
Ten
Terminal
The Builders
The Cave
The Idols
Testament
Portrait
2006
That Summer
The 60s
The Absolute
Tour
Tourist Attraction
My Name Is Wallace
Here Nothing
At Four a.m.
Biography
Brownstone
Medusa
Lost
Lizard
Mother and Starlight. 1944.
Voice
Encounter
Children of Salt and Lightning
Chicago. 1958.
Five Letters
Faustus in Paris. 1956.
Come, Let Us Reason
The Serpent’s Priests
Crossing the Isthmus
A Contemporary
Confession
Aesthetics II
Attempt at a Portrait
Early Aesthetics
Consequence
Mare
Void
Customs Inspector M.
Consilience
Costumes
Diary Entries
Iberian Projections. 1957.
Doggerel. For B.
Four Haiku
The Prisoner
Unbound?
Unfinished
Found
For Alexine. You are my Garden.
Toilers of the Sea
(After the painting by Charles Ryder)
To what strange shore, while crying shadows sail, sail you?
"The moon is as a sun, the sky is light and dark;
We sail—to where the moon’s a moon, the sun a sun.
Acolyte
The distances were arms embracing me.
What need for maps when all the world was gardens?
But forest mists are acrid shapes,
Its leaves are tongues of fire
Whose sound is dead birds’ wings.
Deserts blacker than burned bread
And hills of sand horizons climbed to hills of sand.
Darkness and day slid off the sky
Like water from parched lips.
And stars so close they stung like tears.
The seeds I carried made my footsteps deep
But they were lost like prophecies in dreams.
Not even spiders could exude survival.
Until I found this iron place
That burns without a flame by day
And freezes all who touch it in the dark.
Here nothing grows but rust
And frost that vanishes.
But seeds have sprouted into orchards
Surrounding it with fragile colors,
And I eat rust and roots
And bring wild flowers to the steel cathedral
And dusk and dawn I carve a chapel there
Where shadows of my bending form
Climb to the dome whose height I cannot measure,
And sparks of music are my fingers scraping.
4 a.m.
A jet plane slows to lower worlds and fades.
The road a narrow box my shadow does not fill.
And traffic curves away.
Roadmaps of the mind the highways cross,
Confuse with alternate directions.
Above the soapy water draining from the basin
Addresses slanted on a mirror,
And on the counter in the plastic diner
Headlines left beside a soiled plate.
The coffee chaliced in a paper cup
As pie and lotteries fill the mind.
Spilled sugar spreads directions
From a lost center to uncertain edges.
Reaching prevents
The ache of thinking where to reach.
The slap of metal screens returns the world
And harsh as sunlight glinting off a windshield
The will unwinds a road.
⁸th Street, Greenwich Village, 1970
Capes and rags the scrawny flowers of youth,
Opened to light pulsing from a different star.
Drab as a duffel coat,
I walk the orchid street
Intent on cactus in a desert spring.
In angled windows
The counterman keeps strict account.
Pizza is an abstract art,
The trashcan is collage,
A swerving cab intimate physics.
Invaders from the future:
Seeds of kingdoms
Still to be settled, mapped and ruined—
Some few, perhaps, to reproduce
The subtleties that turn such pavements in the filtered light
To forty years of memory
And gardens blossoming like cracks in concrete,
With open hydrants flaring liquid flowers
Into rhythms in gray gutters.
16
People on the bus
Shared messages about him with their eyes.
He knew from films life came with music,
Time compressed, expanded
Like monologues his mother spoke to air
Or him or furniture.
For her the past was gardens full of dresses
Displayed beneath the trees that speckled light,
And music near the tables bright with cakes—
The present narrow corridors that had no end.
They lived in brownstones families once had owned,
Where children were the wings
Of stately seated parents, but where he
Shared with his mother one small room
Whose carpet lint he picked with claws on bony hands.
Steep stairs led to a stark high toilet
Cold in a closet without sink or window.
Other stairs had banisters bent over space.
Neighbors were muffled sounds, faces nodded to in passing,
And numbered rooms with twice-locked doors.
He read until type squirmed,
Lice he feared would enter him.
Escape was to a fenced and silent lake
He found, whose Shinto shrine preserved
What little Heaven he believed in.
He walked each day, past heavy smells of bread
And laxatives from factories, past groceries
Displaying cans of motor oil in windows
Specked with flies and dirt, past racks of headlines
Less real than narratives, philosophies,
And histories he learned
And whispered to himself and read aloud
As to adoring skies, unclean and cold with hunger.
17 (I)
Summer, and humidity
Heavy on the mouth, to make
Each breath a sigh.
Each day a rope,
A ladder into emptiness,
A snake collapsing to a