Showing posts with label JAMES DEAHL. Show all posts
Showing posts with label JAMES DEAHL. Show all posts

Thursday, October 20, 2011

JAMES DEAHL


for Norma



When we embrace
our bodies
quickened with passion
with unbearable need
we possess all time
in one pure instant.

When we sit quietly
in the same room
reading       or listening
to Stan Getz
that moment
holds all time.

When we sleep
our bodies lightly touching
as first light
enters our bedroom
on autumn’s wings
we embrace all time.

Time exists
by our love
like the crocus
opening to the sun’s touch
a single breath that abides
as long as love.

Copyright©JamesDeahl2011

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

JAMES DEAHL


A Backyard Poem

     For my lover on her 83rd birthday


Summer lengthens.  There has been no storm
for two weeks.  Every day’s bright as the
wonder shining in a child’s eyes.
I now see I’ve always desired you.
Even before I knew you, even
before I was born, you were the one,
that flawless woman I was made to love.

We were raised under different stars,
in different countries; you under a king,
me under a president.  But
every move I’ve made, every journey
taken these sixty-four years, brought me
closer until you could reach out your hand
and quicken my heart to devotion.

Squirrels leap from boxelder to maple
never losing their footing when
branches bend almost to the ground, then
snap back a breathless instant later.
We could pretend we have many years
of joy ahead, but we need no pretence
when we have longer than forever.

Copyright©2011James Deahl


                                                                                    James Deahl
                                                                                    237 Prospect Street South
                                                                                    Hamilton, Ontario
                                                                                    Canada L8M 2Z6

                                                                                    jedeahl@gmail.com


           



Thursday, September 1, 2011

JAMES DEAHL


A Book of Snow
 
     for Norma
 
Driving across frozen Ontario
to be with you on St. Valentine’s Day
I pass the unblemished white of farmsteads,
their great barns brimming with livestock and warmth,

and miles of buried fields awaiting spring’s touch.
The sky’s a cathedral of light, a place
where only the impossible happens.
What strength do we have before implacable
nature? Even the green thought of April
grows ever more distant, exiled by
winter’s fierce grip, by snow’s vast solitude.

Yet, every time we make love it’s like our
first time: the sudden shock of your beauty,
of pleasure beyond all expectation.
Your embrace is the song of bells in the night
or the force of an ocean at full tide.

Waking beside you after our night of love,
I want to give you the gift of my life
and February’s book of snow.

  Copyright©JamesDeahl2011



Norma West Linder and fiance James Deahl



James Deahl was born in Pittsburgh (USA) in 1945, and grew up in that city as well as in and around the Laurel Highlands region of the Appalachian Mountains.  He moved to Canada in 1970 and holds dual American/Canadian citizenship.  He is the author (or, in the case of Tu Fu, translator) of nineteen literary titles:

Opening The Stone Heart  (Aeolus House, 2010)
No Star is Lost (Lyricalmyrical, 2009)
Love Where Our Nights Are Long (Laurel Reed Books, 2008)
If Ever Two Were One  (Aeolus House, 2008
The River’s Stone Roots:  Two dozen poems by Tu Fu (Serengeti Press, 2005)
When Rivers Speak  (Unfinished Monument Press, 2001)
Blackbirds (Unfinished Monument Press, 1999
Under the Watchful Eye (Broken Jaw Press, 1995)
Tasting the Winter Grapes (Envoi Poets Publications, 1995)
Even This Land Was Born Of Light (Moonstone Press, 1993)
Heartland (Envoi Poets Publications, 1993
Geschriebene Bilder (M + N Boesche Verlag, Berlin, 1990)
A Stand Of Jackpine  (Unfinished Monument Press, 1987)
Into This Dark Earth  (Unfinished Monument Press, 1985)
Blue Ridge (Aureole Point Press, 1985)
No Cold Ash  (Sono Nis Press, 1984)
Steel Valley (Aureole Point Press, 1984)
In The Lost Horn’s Call  (Aureole Point Press, 1982)
Real Poetry (Unfinished Monument Press, 1981)

A cycle of his poems is the focus of a one-hour TV special, Under the Watchful Eye (Silver Falls Video Productions, 1993)  The audiotape of Under the Watchful Eye was released by Broken Jaw Press in September, 1995.  These have been reissued on CD and DVD by Silver Falls.

Audiotapes of him reading Opening The Stone Heart and Blackbirds have been produced in the United States (Sound Seven Studios, 1992 and 1999).

Tasting The Winter Grapes won the Award of Excellence from the Hamilton and Region Arts Council.  In 2001 Deahl was presented with the Charles Olson Award for Achievements in Poetry.  His When Rivers Speak won the Ramada Plaza Hotel Award.

In addition to his writing, he has taught creative writing and Canadian literature at the high school (Norwell District Secondary School), college (Seneca College), and university (Ryerson University) levels.  He no longer teaches, and for the past dozen years has mostly been a full-time writer/editor/translator.

James Deahl lives in Hamilton.  He is the father of Sarah, Simone, and Shona.

          Address:  237 Prospect Street South, Hamilton, Ontario L8M 2Z6.







Thursday, August 18, 2011

JAMES DEAHL

Mingus On Saturday


For Norma


After sudden squalls swept the bay
and our green tea sat steeping,
“Sophisticated Lady”
filled the bedroom: the Duke
drawn through the imagination
of Charles Mingus,
A lazy afternoon.

The quintet at its peak in ’64,
the year I graduated, never suspecting
love would come forty-six years later
to lift us wild with joy
as that bass solo shaping his moment
and ours.

Copyright©JamesDeahl2011


Norma West Linder and James Deahl

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