For Wallace Stevens

JOAN MIRÓ artofdarkness.co/birds-in-art

JOAN MIRÓ    artofdarkness.co/birds-in-art

When he died
they laid him on a plank
dressed in his business suit
placed a poem in his folded arms
written out in his own hand
gave plank & poet a push
for all eternity

“After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is the essence
which takes its place as life’s redemption.” ~ Wallace Stevens

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to For Wallace Stevens

  1. a fellow inmate of the insurance asylum – whom I greatly admired

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