Irving had it right:
'Me, happiest when I compose poems...'
His Books of Formation
Magic, Holy
This day I now so clearly see
So wise the Master
Boundless plenty
Graciously imparting
his immeasurable legacy
untold generations
I at his feet
among innumerable many
borrowed your recordings
for the world to hear
poetic homage
half circle
Too much, too soon
I so jealously grateful
less than minor distant minion
glint squinting
in your glory
MR Layton.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One of my favorite Canadian Poets! his work is the best representation of our countries Artist. An old Nicoise Whore The coming of the Messiah New Years Eve' are three of my favorite poems by him. Fantastic write