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At Evergreen Cemetery | Al Purdy

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The still grey face and withered body: without resistance winter enters in, as if she were a stone or fallen tree, her temperature the same as the landscape's — How she would have complained about that, the indignity of finally being without heat, an insult from the particular god she believed in, and worse than the fall that killed her — Now a thought flies into the cemetery from Vancouver, another from Edmonton, - and fade in the January day like fireflies. I suppose relatives are a little slower getting the evening meal because of that — perhaps late for next day's appointments, the tight schedule of seconds overturned, everything set a little back or ahead, the junctures of time moving and still: settling finally into a new pattern, by which lovers, hurrying towards each other on streetcorners, do not fail to meet — Myself, having the sense of something going on without my knowledge, changes taking place that I should be concerned with, sit motionless in the black car behind the he

Canadian Poetry Online | University of Toronto Libraries | Al Purdy UNIVERSITY OF TORONTO LINKS Canadian Poets, Contemporary Canadian Poets, 19th Century Representative Poetry Online Al Purdy : Poems Biography / Poet Home | Poems | Writing Philosophy | Publications | Criticism | Other Information At Evergreen Cemetery Al Purdy From: Beyond Remembering - The collected poems of Al Purdy . 2000. The still grey face and withered body: without resistance winter enters in, as if she were a stone or fallen tree, her temperature the same as the landscape's — How she would have complained about that, t

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