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Watching for life /
"From a balcony overlooking an urban back lane, a poet watches those walking below - their identities unknown and yet grasped through real and imagined evidence of foibles and personal inclinations, details of habit that reflect the strangers' inner selves, humanity in all its weaknesses,...
| Clasificación: | Libro Electrónico |
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| Formato: | Electrónico eBook |
| Idioma: | Inglés |
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Montreal ; Kingston ; London ; Chicago :
McGill-Queen's University Press,
[2022]
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| Colección: | Hugh MacLennan poetry series.
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| Acceso en línea: | Texto completo |
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- Cover
- Copyright
- Contents
- on the journey towardmy dead parents
- the patchwork pavementof the lane
- I look down intomy back lane
- on the dual natureof things, I write
- the yellow dog hasno apprehension
- the skinny manwith the stiff leg
- some men are striders,and here's one
- when you died it took memany days
- and when the poem fails
- the crow lands,infused with purpose
- he enters the lane lunging
- a couple walks in the lane
- I take these old photos and dump them
- into air space above the lane
- she's down there every day at four
- The man in the lane today, has he
- I wish to announce from my balcony
- I weave an effigy out of black socks
- I beseech all you below, please
- in winter the lane is bleak, colourless
- at night darkness fills the lane
- I awake in the morning to find
- where do pigeons go when it rains
- at last I see the man I'm waiting for
- those I have said goodbye to
- as this man walks he tilts, favours
- I step out for air but it is not
- how easily I change
- as the rain falls, distance increases
- at end of day a moment
- I feel the lament in me growing
- reading about an old man dying
- You would think we're experts now
- so much time is spent waiting
- I take off my glasses and the lane becomes
- how many of us remain unfinished
- if only I could take pictures with my eyes
- I was tired of living alone, she says
- doggone it, is there anyone down there
- why is it so difficult to live
- how I would like to see a ship
- no borders run the length of the lane
- I'd like to check off
- some days I hear thoughts
- I recognize those who have written
- I look straight out, not down:
- bent man below, you may have heard
- I watch those who are strong
- Above the lane the clouds break apart
- a tale of two neighbours begins
- the crow flies in, lands on a power line
- here comes a face made ugly
- best answer for how to review your mistakes
- a body falls out of the sky, legs up
- when the face of sorrow appears
- dear city fathers or mothers or planners
- if only I could see the dead walking here
- I went to the doctor and the doctor said
- that black thing on the pavement
- anyone down there wanna come up
- it could happen some night
- he who hesitates is lost is not
- today I have discovered again how
- Suddenly the heart eases, I don't know why
- of course the gods have fled the lane
- Acknowledgments