Couldn't help, and it's a sign of precisely the way our minds contract
time, I couldn't help bu think of this poem by Canadian Artie Gold when I
read this, Rebecca:
> For instance
>I'm thinking of this poem by Vallejo, where the first two lines
>are:"The suit that I wore tomorrow/hasn't been washed
>by my laundress" where what "has been" becomes a future
>loss and the persistence of past love within that future
>loss by the end of the poem.
Also about loss, if even more sardonic:
I have been thinking a great deal
about my bike that will be stolen.
I don't like things whose inevitability
works against me.
Why have you driven through my heart?
Make that what.
Artie Gold
Doug
Douglas Barbour
Department of English
University of Alberta
Edmonton Alberta Canada T6G 2E5
(h) [780] 436 3320 (b) [780] 492 0521
http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/dbhome.htm
Imperceptibly the word spreads outward
to those in Portland, Oregon and Portland, Maine
stuffing their packages of poems
into the 10 p.m. mailbox slots"
'Wayman,' the news has it,
'Wayman's editing in Colorado.
All we can do is submit.'
Tom Wayman
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