Something forgotten for twenty years: though my fathers 
and mothers came from Cordova and Vitepsk and Caernarvon, 
and though I am a citizen of the United States and less a 
stranger here than anywhere else, perhaps, 
I am Essex-born: 
Cranbrook Wash called me into its dark tunnel, 
the little streams of Valentines heard my resolves, 
Roding held my head above water when I thought it was 
drowning me; in Hainault only a haze of thin trees 
stood between the red doubledecker buses and the boar-hunt, 
the spirit of merciful Phillipa glimmered there. 
Pergo Park knew me, and Clavering, and Havering-atte-Bower, 
Stanford Rivers lost me in osier beds, Stapleford Abbots 
sent me safe home on the dark road after Simeon-quiet evensong, 
Wanstead drew me over and over into its basic poetry, 
in its serpentine lake I saw bass-viols among the golden dead leaves, 
through its trees the ghost of a great house. In 
Ilford High Road I saw the multitudes passing pale under the 
light of flaring sundown, seven kings 
in somber starry robes gathered at Seven Kings 
the place of law 
where my birth and marriage are recorded 
and the death of my father. Woodford Wells 
where an old house was called The Naked Beauty (a white 
statue forlorn in its garden) 
saw the meeting and parting of two sisters, 
(forgotten? and further away 
the hill before Thaxted? where peace befell us? not once 
but many times?). 
All the Ivans dreaming of their villages 
all the Marias dreaming of their walled cities, 
picking up fragments of New World slowly, 
not knowing how to put them together nor how to join 
image with image, now I know how it was with you, an old map 
made long before I was born shows ancient 
rights of way where I walked when I was ten burning with desire 
for the world's great splendors, a child who traced voyages 
indelibly all over the atlas, who now in a far country 
remembers the first river, the first 
field, bricks and lumber dumped in it ready for building, 
that new smell, and remembers 
the walls of the garden, the first light.