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The violin my grandfather
staunchly called a fiddle
but refused to play for us
held for him some magic link
with the man he was.
Left at home alone when we
were safely distant for the day,
he'd uncase the fiddle,
rosin the bow with trembling fingers.
Caught in the mystery of the past
he delayed death, bowed the fragments
of a life that was always private,
even on a crowded dance floor.
In the gathering silence
of seventy years
with fumbling recall he
became the dance.
From Ancestral Dances (thistledown press, 1979).
Used with the author’s permission.
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Glen Sorestad is a Canadian poet, fiction writer, editor, publisher, anthologist, and public speaker. Author of more than 25 books of poetry and numerous short stories, his work has appeared in more than 70 anthologies and textbooks and his book, Selected Poems from Dancing Birches, was published in Italy in a bilingual edition. Glen has been appointed to The Order of Canada, that country's highest non-military honor, served as Saskatchewan’s first Poet Laureate from 2000 - 2004, and has given public readings of his poetry in every province of Canada, as well as in many U.S. states and many parts of Europe. Glen lives in Saskatoon with his wife, Sonia, who he claims is his "first and most enthusiastic reader and editor." Learn more about Glen here.
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dianapoet:
Nice, visual poem
Posted 11/30/2010 10:27 AM
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Jo:
I really enjoy your poetry and bought "Leaving Holds Me Here" because I was so inspired by your last poem on YDP. Thank you once again for sharing your poems.
Jo
Posted 11/17/2010 08:59 PM
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