Michael Walker

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Crematorium. - Poem by Michael Walker

La ou des haies couronnees de lauriers cachent le charbon et le coke
Se trouve notre crematorium entoure de pelouse;
Et toutes les demi-heures une bouffee de fumee
Demontre ce que nous aimions se desoudre aux cieux-
Des mains bien-aimees, des pieds aimes, des yeux allumes de rire
Et des levres qui attendaient une plaisanterie.


Il semble que personne ne sache tout a fait ce que dire:
Les amis sont tellement changes par les annees-
'Eh bien, il ne se fait pas si froid aujourd'hui'
Et ainsi nous essayons be dissiper nos peurs.
'Moi, je suis la Resurrection et la Vie! '
Fort, ruse, et facheux, le doute insere son couteau.

- 'Crematorium'. John Betjeman.1972.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Form: Found Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The English poem is on p.236 of 'The Poetry Anthology.1912-2002.'
Edited by J. Parisi and S. Young. The line quouted is from John's Gospel,14: 6. Jesus offers hope, but it is distressing to see smoke at a crematorium. It is easy to doubt.

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/4/2015 4:42:00 PM)


    Very amazing poem shared really. Interesting with wise views. Nice sharing done really...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 4, 2015



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