Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Rest, Irving.

I knew there had to be some other reason I was upset today. I went to the CBC website to catch up on my daily Canadiana and came across this:

http://www.cbc.ca/story/arts/national/2006/01/04/Layton-Obit.html

The man, the poet, from whom I derived this blog's title, died today. I'm sure he was a lecherous old man given his poetry, but I loved him anyway.

An excerpt from 'Look, The Lambs Are All Around Us'

"Your figure, love,
curves itself
into a man's memory;
or to put it the way
a junior prof
at Mount Allison might,
Helen with her thick
absconding limbs
about the waist
of Paris
did no better."

And to finish with a line from Irving Layton's 'Compositions in Late Spring'

Rest, Irving.

"Death is a name for beauty not in use."

1 comment:

Tara Gowland said...

Please visit http://irvinglayton.blogspot.com/ for more information on Layton and his passing,

Tara