When
I shared viridity and its
constellation with a friend who is an Orthodox Christian, she told me of her
church’s “Trisagion Memorial Prayer for the Departed,” which asks for “eternal
rest to the soul of Your departed servant, in a place of brightness, in a place
of verdure, in a place of repose, from whence all pain, sorrow, and sighing,
have fled away.”
Peter
Levi, the English poet and former Jesuit, died in 2000 at age sixty-eight. Because
of his diabetes, Levi’s vision was failing in his final years. Posthumously,
Anvil published Levi’s final collection, Viriditas
(2001). In her preface, Levi’s widow, Deirdre Levi, says: “These last poems are
mostly local, as Peter very much enjoyed walking round the village green, on
his own, with stick and small dog, stopping often for conversation.” The title
word is absent from the text, though trees and green appear in almost every poem. Here’s one, untitled:
“The
trees are standing in a field of mist
and
in a long field of their own shadowssun breaks through into intense light-green
making the trees tower enlace enclose
all that is left of grass smells and shadow.”
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