A poem in memory of Maia Stanton. There will be a memorial service for Maia this coming Thursday, August 6th at 6 p.m. The service will take place at Stonover Farm, located at 169 Under Mountain Rd. in Lenox, Massachusetts.
Imagine the rooms of an Oxford Don./Imagine a text in an ancient tongue./Imagine a jar, its seal found intact./Imagine the mound in which it is stacked./Imagine a poet, hand cramped and eyes red./Imagine his pen that writes what is said./Imagine a tale from so long ago,/And yet so much like a tale we all know.
"Now that the big election's over, we can all get back to pondering what's really important... poetry," writes Kurt Kruger, in a note accompanying two poems that he feels complement each other.
Herewith a fable for our time by the poet Kurt Kruger, on the wily schemes of the Devil: 'Long ago, when there was much more space than people, I would have gone to each isolated population, in turn, and convinced them that I was God.'
