Edgar Bowers Final Poems
- 1. An Afternoon At The Beach
Iâ??ll go among the dead to see my friend.
The place I leave is beautiful: the sea
Repeats the windsâ?? far swell in its long sound,
And, there beside it, houses solemnly
- 2. John
Before he wrote a poem, he learned the measure
That living in the future gives a farm--
Propinquity of mules and cows, the charmed
Insouciance of hens, the fellowship,
- 3. Clothes
Walking back to the office after lunch,
I saw Hans. -Mister Isham, Mister Isham,â?
He called out in his hurry, -Herr Wegner needs you.
A woman waiting for a border pass
- 4. The Virgin Considered As A Picture
Her unawed face, whose pose so long assumed
Is touched with what reality we feel,
Bends to itself and, to itself resumed,
Restores a tender fiction to the real.
- 5. The Mountain Cemetery
With their harsh leaves old rhododendrons fill
The crevices in grave plots' broken stones.
The bees renew the blossoms they destroy,
While in the burning air the pines rise still,