I tried to wend this before with David Latane's post in it, & replying
to that & others, maybe it'll get through this time, as there's nothing
here I can see that's extra...
Yes, Jones. But look at the huge structure he has to build to make a
place for the 'religious'. Interesting, though: because he does
construct such a 'work' I find i can love his overall ouevre even
though I do not share his belief.
What makes Avison's poetry work, for so many of us here in Canada who
do not i think all share her faith is that her faith moves her to
celebrate the world god made, & to notice, in particular, so much in
it.
Take this poem (from way back in 1966; the Norton book, The
Dumbfounding, which Denise Levertov brought to that US publisher):
A Nameless One
Hot in June a narrow winged
long-elbowed-thread-legged
living insect lived
and died within
the lodgers' second floor bathroom here.
At six a.m.
wafting ceilingward,
no breeze but what it living made there;
at noon standing
still as a constellation of spruce needles
before the moment of
making it, whirling;
at four a
wilted flotsam, cornsilk, on the linoleum;
now that it is
over, I
look with new eyes
upon this room
adequate for one to
be, in.
Its insect-day
has threaded a needle
for me for my eyes dimming
over rips and ears and
thin places.
Doug
Douglas Barbour
11655 - 72 Avenue NW
Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
(780) 436 3320
What’s received’s given out
in smaller measure. The speaker as hearer
comprehends what he can’t
say, a music of what sounds him.
Wayne Clifford
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