Greetings from Arthur

Greetings from Arthur

 New York        Dr. Cesar Chelala

We were inside our home in downtown Manhattan suffering the consequences of Hurricane Sandy. We had no electricity (and therefore no working computers) no telephone, no heat and just a drip of running water. Discouraged, I sat at my desk and I find a piece of paper in front of me. It contained a poem (“At last, no longer”) sent to us some time ago by our friend Arthur Bergida Binder, who died in April, 2011, after a long illness.

Arthur was one of the first friends I made when I came to New York with my wife and daughter 40 years ago. Arthur was, and remained to his last days, passionate about his art, which he expressed in many ways. He was a very good flute player and composer, a playwright and a novelist and, always at heart, a poet. That he was rarely published didn’t faze him; he continued writing his poems as long as he was physically able to do so.

Close to his death, learning that all his writings were going to be archived at Adelphi University seemed to fulfill his greatest aspirations. When he died, my wife, who had been visiting him that same day, was able to hold his hand to his last breath. He died in peace. The poem by him I found, printed below, was accompanied by a few lines expressing his desire to get together with us soon again. In the poem’s last lines, he seemed to have been foreshadowing his own death.

                                                        At last, no longer

Cheering each other on,

sharing recent works,

news of late accomplishments,

prospects, plans, doubts, wishes

admiring each other’s good looks

sharing space, watching each other eat

little communal bits celebrating

life and hope – before one gets to be

over the hill – seeing the far sea

(not the “Pharsee” [Farsi]; nor the “Pharisee”)

The farce, see? and the FAR SEA

And the dim sunset – greening, greeting

when one gathers about

family and friends -- when one

tired and alone – still questioning

gathers (all about oneself) skin and bones

curls up somewhat like a fetus

waiting – wanting – to close one’s eyes.

Dr. Cesar Chelala is the foreign correspondent for The Middle East Times International (Australia).


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