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To Uncle Irving
by Chris Sorrenti
Yes Uncle Irving, I know all about the fever
How it arrives unannounced in the middle of the night
Raining words the size of people, drenching the sheets of my bed
© 1994
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01/29/2005 Author's Note: Irving Layton (RIP 1912 - 2006), one of the founding fathers of modern Canadian poetry.
Posted on 01/29/2005
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 01/29/05 at 10:11 PM Chris, a fine way to remember those poets whom many don't know, don't remember or have forgotten. I give this an A+ due to its vivid imagery and the imaginative way you put so much into so few words. ~~ Kyle Anne |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 01/30/05 at 11:48 PM Wow, that final line really is a crescendo! Nice work Chris:) |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/31/05 at 01:37 PM yes, great ode to uncle irving... blessings... |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 01/31/05 at 05:51 PM I will have to look him up now...this Uncle of yours... :) |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 02/01/05 at 06:10 PM I love the last line. A nice note to leave on the subway, or to pin against a tree. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/03/05 at 02:48 AM I'm sure Uncle Irving would appreciate these terse lines of acknowledgement. |
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