Tim Fristo's readings at Graham Berkeley’s Memorial Service
Grace Church in New York City, October 12 2001

This first piece is a poem from A.E. Housman's "A Shropshire Lad";   Graham had shared it with me this summer, saying that his father read to him from this book as a child. 

A Shropshire Lad
A.E. Housman

From afar, from eve and morning
   And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
   Blew hither; here am I

Now for a breath I tarry
    Nor yet disperse apart - 
Take my hand quick and tell me,
   What have you in your heart

Speak now, and I will answer;
   How shall I help you, say;

Eve to the wind's twelve quarters
    I take my endless way.

The second reading is a piece by a Provincetown poet Mary Oliver from the book "American Primitive."  Both of these poems speak to Graham's intelligence, his exuberant spirit and his love of life. 

The Roses
Mary Oliver

One day in summer
when everything
has already been more than enough
the wild beds start
bursting open along the berm
of the sea; day after day
you sit near them; day after day;
the honey keeps on coming
in the red cups and the bees
like amber drops roll
in the petals: there is no end,
believe me, to the inventions of summer,
to the happiness your body
is willing to bear.