As We Live
Too much of artificial fate,
we ask for destiny.
The hero knows this
more than the king.
The river that plunges forward
into the source of the sea, also speaks
this forceful rhythm, void of agony
or bold illusionary self-praise.
Lovers too, who arch toward
the light, never compromising,
even with the threat of weeping, reach fullness,
beyond the conflict of longing.
And the poet and painter who,
with generous expression
extend their souls
to the uncomprehending crowd
(defenceless – transformed)
from the centre
Give us a name, an age
anchored in the owl-eye
The water is leaping,
baring its teeth to the Atlantic
These are no shadows
but God, God –
Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “MacMaster Creative Writing, Beneath the Surface”, 1990/1991 under the pseudonym Jocelyn Kain (aka Allison Grayhurst)
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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature
“Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K., spring 1993.
“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine
“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.” Next Exit
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