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Diary entry and poem by Patricia Whiting, January 19, 1967
Whiting, Patricia, 1940-2010
1967-01-19
English
Whiting expresses her grief over Duncan's death in a diary entry with an original poem.
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11 x 8.5 in.
Diaries Poetry
Duncan, Carl D. (Carl Dudley), 1895-1966
San Jose -- California
Dr. Carl Duncan and Patricia Whiting Papers
San Jose State University Library Special Collections & Archives
Dr. Carl Duncan and Patricia Whiting Papers, Series II, Box 2, Folder 340.
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Patricia Carpio (Whiting), 1940-2010, was the first Filipino woman elected to the Oregon State Legislature, serving three terms from 1972-1978. Patricia Whiting died at age 69 on July 1, 2010 of cancer. She is survived by her husband Vincent Whiting.
Well, life… Dunc is gone. His not being around I’m now getting used to. I wish he were here - I needed him for at least another two years. He, being around was good. He was my companion, my challenging mind, he in a figure of speaking was Vince here - for Vince is north of the immaculate. And , now? Well I’m not quite sure. Finish - hard enough as tomorrow is already [illegible] I am wasting moments regarding my ego drive and feelings…wanting Vince - in being always - in just being. I’m not happy here. I do not desire anyone here nor want to turn to anyone - not even Herb. [page 2] …and…[illegible] form of feeling…ah, all rush of scarring hue in touch and, cover visage confer such [illegible] one contemplates. Ah love, you…that I, an ego entity of many hues, transcend this imbued view and dissonance and harmony - fury all about - calmness in being… -- Fresh beauty of bunnies,/ Rain muse of illusion/ Over another’s memory seeking/ When from one begins to view,/ To give and take of those/ With you/ None other can this [illegible] spirit/ Lay/ It calms not/ For it searches/ Vignette/ Freshness/ Of book, of sweat, of breath,/ Of fold/ -ing into nothingness of feeling/ The unto silent moments of body./ -- I feel as if I’m reaching the end of my robe - not quite there - but can feel it coming. What this means I know not. I know its not the time for Vince and I - not yet. Oh, patience may I take your hand, now that life and you have brought me a good distance. I think I may be awakening - I know not why. It’s going to be one of those trying [illegible] - it is coming and I don’t know what to do. Patricia 1/19/67
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