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The Essential Poets Series presents the works of Canada’s most celebrated poets, published by The Porcupines Quill, “… an artisanal publisher that values the art and craft of the book, both in content and in form”.
This is the eleventh volume in the series.
Although the choice of book wasn’t random this time, the poem is. I flipped this handsome book open to page 50 and here is what I discovered …
High as fear
Thin as silk the string
My feet are walking walking
Since my mother cried
And the doctor cut the cord
And stranded me here.
Numberless as clowns
Are my beginnings —
Teeter, crazily totter,
Windmills for arms;
The long street breathless
And I more breathless than windows,
But I am two times born
And when a new moon cuts the night
Or full moons froth with my
And witches’ milk
I walk the tightrope
Free and easy as an angel,
Toes as certain of their line of silk
As the sturdy ones
Whose feet are curled with earth.
Inspired by comments from Janet over at Heart to Harp here’s another poem from Michel Pleau and his collection, “Eternity Taking It’s Time“. The book wasn’t selected at random from the shelf, but Page 48 was:
you never know
what remains of the storm
after it has spilled
its overflow of lies
even into the abodes
nor how the lamps
drink from memory
and then comes the moment
when the night thinks
only of touching the name of things
to become the pond
that claims the abandoned world
Publisher: Bookland Press Inc. of Markham, ON.
PUBLISHER: House of Anansi
JUST THE WIND FOR A SOUND, SOFTLY
There’s a weed whose name I’ve meant all summer
to find out: in the heat of the day, dangling pods hardly
worth the noticing; in the night, blue flowers … It’s as if
a side of me that he’d forgotten had forced into the light,
briefly, a side of him that I’d never seen before, and now
I’ve seen it. It is hard to see anyone who has become
like your own body to you. And now I can’t forget.