Patrick Lane by Wintergreen Studios
Three poetry friends and I are off to Sooke on Vancouver Island’s west coast next week for a 4-day workshop with Canadian poet Patrick Lane. Mr. Lane will be celebrating his 75th birthday with us — a generous act. I’m hoping his wife, Lorna Crozier, might stop by for that event. Her poems leave me giggling, swooning, crying at their whimsy and clear-eyed intelligence.
And his poems leave me startled, facing darkness, fearful about their honesty. We’re asked to choose two lines of his poems for our first night together. Knowing they will likely be reassembled into a collage poem.
I’m looking at Apples in the Rain, seeing the lines
only to find a child, apples in his hands ,
finding what he can of his own way home.
Linda Beeman's Poetry 