Of the Max and Katie
And I am in love
I am in love with the words
I am in love with the phantoms
I am in love with the spears
And the arrows…
I am in love with the red hunter
And am in love with his stillness
And am in love with his shadow
And am in love with his plume
But
Most of all I am
In love with the prairies
In love with the generosity
That
Bough in bough and leaf in leaf
Feed the eyes of the poet who
Far away and from Toronto
Sees with the telescope of love
And paints with her magical pen
On the delicate canvas of
The poetry's paper
And writes
And writes
And writes
Of love
Of mystery
Of patriarchy
Of take over
Of trust
And mistrust
And cheating
And double dips
And the layers
Of the Earth like leaves
In the winter and under
An icy suspicion of disbelief…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem