Thursday, February 26, 2009

A poem from Bill Holm

Bill Holm, a poet and essayist from across the river in Minnesota, died yesterday. Here's a poem of his, which I found written on the wall of a camp shelter on Isle Royale a few summers ago. I don't know much about poetry, but I like this.

"August in Waterton Alberta" - Bill Holm

Above me, wind does its best
to blow leaves off
the Aspen tree a month too soon.
No use wind. All you succeed
In doing is making music, the noise
of failure growing beautiful

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh so sorry to hear about the lost of someone beautiful.

Nice it!

Thanks for sharing!

Have a good one Mikey:D