by James Strecker
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Now it opens to winter,
the fire lit in solitude.
The photograph shows
a soul's privacy, perfect
yet passing, his dream
unready for sleep.
What dream in this coffin?
The man's compassion for
animals akin to formal ecstasies of Bach? We
mourners bring soul's scrutiny
to his beauty like a stem.
James Strecker, Bones to Bury: Poems and Sculpture, (London, Oakville, New York: Mosaic Press, 1984)
Source: Bones to bury : poems and sculpture
James Strecker ; photographs by Peter Hogan. -- Oakville, Ont. : Mosaic Press, 1984. -- 86 p. : ill., port. ; 23 cm. -- ISBN 0889622493
© James Strecker. Reproduced with the permission of James Strecker, the Estate of Glenn Gould and Glenn Gould Limited.
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