When I read his poetry I was more than a little surprised to find that his social protest poems published in and look forward to Klein's "Radical" poems, and Edelstein's in vocation of Jesus as a "brother" anticipates Irving Layton's "For my Brother Jesus. Hyman Edelstein, to whom death came suddenly this week at the age of 68, wrote no best sellers, made few headlines and laid up few of the world's material treasures. But he was a kindly gentle scholar who penned lovely lyrics and made translations from Yiddish and German and was content with his books and his friends.
Klein, Al Purdy, as well as mentor to later poets, particularly Leonard Cohen. He is a great favourite of mine, as he is, I feel, the Canadian equivalent to D. Read more about him here and here. Whatever Else Poetry is Freedom Whatever else poetry is freedom.
Forget the rhetoric, the trick of lying All poets pick up sooner or later. From the river, Rising like the thin voice of grey castratos - the mist; Poplars and pines grow straight but oaks are gnarled; Old codgers must speak of death, boys break windows, Women lie honestly by their men at last.
And I who gave my Kate a blackened eye Did to its vivid changing colours Make up an incredible musical scale; And now I balance on wooden stilts and dance And thereby sing to the loftiest casements. See how with polish I bow from the waist.
Space for these stilts! More space or I fail! Yet no more fool am I than King Canute, Lord of our tribe, who scanned and scorned; Who half-deceived, believed; and, poet, missed The first white waves come nuzzling at his feet; Then damned the courtiers and the foolish trial With a most bewildering and unkingly jest.
It was the mist. It lies inside one like a destiny. A real Jonah it lies rotting like a lung. And I know myself undone who am a clown And wear a wreath of mist for a crown; Mist with the scent of dead apples, Mist swirling from black oily waters at evening, Mist from the fraternal graves of cemeteries.
It shall drive me to beg my food and at last Hurl me broken I know and prostrate on the road; Like a huge toad I saw, entire but dead, That Time mordantly had blacked; O pressed To the moist earth it pled for entry. I shall be I say that stiff toad for sick with mist And crazed I smell the odour of mortality.
And Time flames like a paraffin stove And what it burns are the minutes I live. At certain middays I have watched the cars Bring me from afar their windshield suns; What lay to my hand were blue fenders, The suns extinguished, the drivers wearing sunglasses.
And it made me think I had touched a hearse. So whatever else poetry is freedom. Let Far off the impatient cadences reveal A padding for my breathless stilts. It is the mist and the wind, blowing the mist across my face with such aggression and jealousy that I do not fall and bow.
Whatever else, Layton, your poetry is freedom, and we your subjects. I remember studying Layton so long ago at Uof M. Layton was such a breath of fresh air. A sense that being Canadian was important.
A sense that poetry could be life giving. This was at the time when the best yawn Canadian poet taught in schools was Bliss Carman and Archibald Lampman. Scott, George Bowering and so many many more.
It was Layton who opened my eyes to this incredible vault of writing. Irving Layton is a Canadian Hero.It also contains a section of compositions by Irving Berlin. Sue Sulloway Materials: Born on August 14, , Sue was the daughter of Donald S. Stewart and Priscilla Heffinger Stewart. View credits, reviews, track listings and more about the Canada Vinyl release of Layton Reads His Own by Irving Layton.
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Layton's poem "Rhine Boat Trip" illustrates the time of horror during which the Holocaust was taking place. Any of what is told in the poem can be seen from the Rhine because of the borders it keeps.
The Life and Poetry of Hyman Edelstein. by Esther Safer Fisher conveyed in sections of Klein's "Design for Mediaeval Tapestry" and in his "Hitleriad" as well as to such poems as Layton's "Rhine Boat Trip" and "At the Belsen Memorial." , but Christ, who is the main figure in the poem.
As with Irving Layton much more recently, the. 'Rhine Boat Trip' by Irving Layton. of vivid imagery and haunting metaphor. There is also no punctuation, by design.
According to literary critic Michael Greenstein premier. The Use of Figurative Language in Plath, Keats, and Layton.