Catching that autumn remorse well, Doug. Odd to read when all is springing
to life here, except, like in your part of the world, politically.
Bill
On Thursday, October 8, 2015, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> do we turn to those fallen leaves
> catching the last light
> red glow in red glow
>
> because we must or
> feel we have to
> make that choice
>
> against political agenbite
> that frustrating sense
> of something slowly lost
>
> we knew we had only
> when it disappeared
> while little beauties shine on still
>
>
> Douglas Barbour
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> Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2
> (UofAPress).
> Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
>
> Done in by creation itself.
>
> I mean the gods. Not us. Well us too.
> The gods moved into books. Who wrote the books?
> We wrote the books. In whose dream, then are we dreaming?
>
> Robert Kroetsch.
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