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| Cover of Jersey Blues Selected Poems, 2012 |
A few forewords from the author:
In my many years in America, like a pilgrim,
or a spiritual vagrant, crisscrossing the country—always rolling on the very fabric of the continent: westwards and
eastwards, to the eternal oceans, from the northern vast plains down through
the Appalachian, to the deep recesses of the lowlands, to the swamps—infallibly enough, I would always return to my dwelling in
Princeton.
Many a time the lonely night was devoted to
the contemplation the moon of New Jersey, as I licked the wounds of a sore
soul. Always wondered I, how different that pale, ghostly circle of a moon was,
from the one I encountered elsewhere above the magnificent land that I had been
scampering about, and from the lost moon of my childhood.
Yet, with adulthood—or maturity—seeing at last the rise and
fall of earthling matters, I would flinch, my heart recoiling, as from
something unpleasant. Thus, through the jaundiced, estranged buoy in the sky, I
would recall past memories, and hold out my quivering hand to reach over to the
always-receding mysteries of existence. These are, in essence, my "Jersey
Blues."
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