DEPARTURE AT DAWN

By Jan Zwicky

DEPARTURE AT DAWNBare rooms, the echo of white light.

The moon, I think,

Is a white sail of pain.
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The answer isn’t love or furniture,

We’re always on the move.
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A satellite a hundred miles up

Paces its slow curve. Landscape

Glides beneath it. Scars.
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We are discussing the possibility of dedicating a session early in 2018 to the poetry of Jan Zwicky, probably combining it with the poetry of Lorna Crozier. Let us have your thoughts on this.

 

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  1. Susan

    Great idea!

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