Poem-a-Day for Carl Leggo

The Weighing The heart’s reasons seen clearly, even the hardest will carry its whip-marks and sadness and must be forgiven. As the drought-starved eland forgives the drought-starved lion who finally takes her, enters willingly then the life she cannot refuse, and is lion, is fed, and does not remember the other. So few grains of […]

https://books.google.ca/books?id=NOOLDwAAQBAJ&printsec=frontcover#v=onepage&q&f=false This lovely collection of Carl’s selected publications arrived a few days ago. Co-editor and close colleague and friend Dr. Rita Irwin was able to deliver a copy to Carl in hospice. You can read a preview at the Google Books link above.

Carl Leggo passed away yesterday morning, March 7, 2019 peacefully and with his family holding him close. May his spirit be blessing. Please continue to send me poems for Carl at mprender@uvic.ca. Much love to all here who have shared their poems and who loved Carl so very much, Monica

anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his did. Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed(but only a few […]

How Do You Wrap A Poem? A gift, this question from my son imagining a flat box or rolled paper tied with ribbon. Blueberes are blue/Stroberes/are red/ I love you, his said and I knew he meant this present, no pretense or abstraction, just tinkered mimicry and slant intention. Pink marker, the fruits capitalized, signature […]

Three poems by e.e. cummings #1: the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven full of all dreams, draws down. cover her briefness in singing close her with the intricate faint birds by daisies and twilights Deepen her, Recite upon her flesh the rain’s pearls singly-whispering.   #2: who knows if the […]

I story, 愛 story from Carl Leggo by Yuko Shimomura-Shtooshnov Click on poem title above to view poem

Days   What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days?   Ah, solving that question Brings the priest and the doctor In their long coats Running over the fields. by Philip Larkin Contributed […]

The Voice You Heard is Love From Lynch’s lane to the Gulf of Georgia Cannery his voice has been heard. His words of inspiration sprout up like strawberry plants you didn’t know were there beneath the snow yielding sweet fruit for pies, sorbets or eaten straight out of the garden. Carl, the voice in text, […]

Carl Leggo You said you are wobbly too Now you are walking on Along a path that no one wants To say they will walk Saying goodbye Enduring Writing your last poem Walking on, walking on At one point your feet will be bathed in light The murky shadows will disappear No need to look […]