Harold Standish Poems
- Sonnet Of Dreams Drifting fitfully into the realm of night, ...
- Racoons They climb in the trees Like furry spiders in a web ...
- Fire Pit The little pigs are bracing themselves For their ...
- The Blue Puppet “The blue puppet hanging in the closet is a ...
- Harvey Gone in every direction: Listen to what the other ...
- The Mythological Cinematograph... I, Orion, went to Milan To ...
- Claims Upon The Innocent It seems we are forever falling, ...
Harold Standish was born in Toronto, Canada on September 24,1919, moving shortly thereafter with his family to Chatham, Ontario, where he grew up. Despite leaving school at age fourteen, he dedicated himself to the life-long pursuit of reading and writing, and was particularly influenced by the poetry and fiction of such European and Canadian modernists as Yeats, Auden, Birney, and Wyndham Lewis. ... more »
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Sonnet Of Dreams
Drifting fitfully into the realm of night,
I answer the quickened glimpses of my mind.
The ever-parting nomads of its flight
Are brooking passage in its fertive kind.
Where the flowers come I surely go,
Reacting to the nightmare’s cold embrace.
I ford the brook, where bloody waters flow,
Into the hollow chambers of my face.
And now, redacted, dreams distill their gloom
To other worlds I seldom chance to go.
In the dusty corners of my room
The impossible labyrinth of consciousness flows.
So am I making passage for all time?
Or is it just a ...