Pattern Poems


Main Gateways





Where the path crosses the boundary
into an important precinct —
"made more sharp, more
vivid, more alive"

places of industry or craft
places of law and judgment
of civic life
dwelling places
of distinct groups, subcultures
that yet reach out
to the general populace


            "It will be there,
                            it will be felt,
                                         only if the crossing is marked"                              


                              "a literal gate, a bridge,
                               a passage between narrowly
                               separated buildings, an avenue
                               of trees, a gateway
                               through a building"


                               At the boundary
                               of some neighborhood
                               or building complex
                               "the crucial feeling
                               which this solid thing
                               must create
                               is the feeling of transition"


                     Open
                     these great gateways
                     that have always
                     been open


                     Mark every boundary
                     every place between


                     I say open the gates
                     that they may stand
                     open I say open
                     the gates.











Entrance Transition





And there are other boundaries
other crossings
other transitions
on a more intimate scale


"a more intimate spirit
appropriate to a house"


                                        Pass now
                                        by way of an "entry court"
                                        "bend in the path"
                                        "a long sheltered gallery
                                        from which there is a view


                                        into the distance"


               Come in
               to my house my
               life    I have come
               this far into this
               seclusion I would
               offer to you too


               I would lay it out
               point it out starting
               here in the courtyard
               this bit of garden
               where you may find
               me leading you or
               lingering, waiting
               for others


     the gate, the path
                     to some place that is ours, open
                                       to everyone but not everyone’s


     some place that holds
                    to a kind of courtesy
                                            and welcome.











Tapestry of Light and Dark





Flood the entrances
and paths with light
but reserve some
spots for shadow We linger
in pools of light
but would steal away
upon occasioninto the adjacent darkness


                                  "Much loved and much used
                                   places": "window seats,
                                   verandas, fireside
                                   corners, trellised arbors"


                                   The shadows flicker
                                   among the varied
                                   sources of light


                                   to which we are drawn


               And in this tapestry
               of our homes, our
               lives, our ideal that
               has been stolen from us
               that we have stolen from ourselves
               and that I so
               wish to return —


Look! Bronk
said it was only
the light, but Duncan
knew the uneven
was unbounded though
the hearth was at the center


I recall the great stove
with the coal room behind
the kitchen table by the window
looking out toward the garden
the sun room where the vines
curled up through the floor boards


                                                         and all of this is gone
                                                         it is gone
                                                         into a world of light


       My companions
                        my lost ones
                                        and those to whom
                                                         I would still cling


               If this tapestry is life lived
               light alternating
               with great darkness I
               call upon you all
               never to abandon it


       We hold to the house
                        we wander in error
                                          from place to place for


                                                   "there is good reason to believe
                                                   that people need
                                                   a rich variety of settings
                                                   in their lives"


       As we have dwelt there
                        as we have moved
                                         through light and dark.











Short Passages





Generosity of movement                       Generosity of light                    


                    In the Circulation Realm
                    to which each building
                    contributes, a nested
                    system of realms
                    so ordered and named


                    In every building
                    office or dwelling place
                    public or private


                    We come, going
                    from here to there


                    through light, passing
                    bookcases, windows,
                    benches built
                    into the wall where
                    in the midst of things


What would make
this passage short,
animated, alive


to where we are going
from where we have come?


                     A corridor
                     "generous in shape"
                     devoted to our needs
                     and loved therefore
                     as much as any room.












Note: These poems are part of a sequence based on Christopher Alexander’s A Pattern Language. All passages in quotation are taken from those sections of the book that correspond to the titles of the poems.


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