The Night Editor’s Poem
The Night Editor’s Poem by Alden Nowlan A child is lost near a lake in the woods outside the city; a man has been found dead in a hotel and our reporter knows only that the detectives have sent out for sandwiches and coffee which they’re now consuming in the same room with the corpse […]
A day of passion and torture
A_R_G_H ! ! ! ”Tis a day of passion and torture for Poor Dave! Michelle has gone into one of her purge and renew fits. She set out to repaint the master bedroom. That involves emptying out two of my book cases which, in her delusional state seems to her like a good excuse to […]
Sweet Maiden of Quoddy
I heard this once on CBC radio and have been looking for it. Catherine Reid, at the Miramichi West library graciously found it for me. I like that someone writing about 150 years ago wrote with wit and rhythm that seems perfectly appropriate today. Sweet Maiden of Quoddy James De Mille – 1833-1880 Sweet maiden […]
Reunion, Remembrance, 2000
Her voice was a motor of cigarettes, coffee and draft, Kind, and with all the weary authority of death. Her laugh was an explosion of bawdy glee, Gusting across an ash tray Armageddon Smudging the beer rings recording the rounds On ghost-bleached Formica at the Legion hall. She said good bye to her first soldier […]
Reunion, Remembrance, 2000
Her voice was a motor of cigarettes, coffee and draft, kind, and with all the weary authority of death. Her laugh was an explosion of bawdy glee, gusting across an ash tray Armageddon, smudging the beer rings recording the rounds on ghost-bleached Formica at the Legion hall. She said good bye to her first soldier […]
Requiem: The Soldier
Down some cold field in a world outspoken the young men are walking together, slim and tall, and though they laugh to one another, silence is not broken; there is no sound however clear they call. They are speaking together of what they loved in vain here, but the air is too thin to carry […]
The Young British Soldier
Rudyard Kipling When the ‘arf-made recruity goes out to the East ‘E acts like a babe an’ ‘e drinks like a beast, An’ ‘e wonders because ‘e is frequent deceased Ere ‘e’s fit for to serve as a soldier. Serve, serve, serve as a soldier, Serve, serve, serve as a soldier, Serve, serve, serve as […]
All the World’s a Stage
(aka, The Seven Ages of Man) From the play “As You Like It” by William Shakespeare All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling […]
Found Poem
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to […]
Beauty
I HAVE seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain: I have seen the lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain. I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea, […]
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