Elegy for Irving Layton
Irving had it right:
'Me, happiest when I compose poems...'
His Books of Formation
Magic, Holy
This day I now so clearly see
So wise the Master
Boundless plenty
Graciously imparting
his immeasurable legacy
untold generations
I at his feet
among innumerable many
borrowed your recordings
for the world to hear
poetic homage
half circle
Too much, too soon
I so jealously grateful
less than minor distant minion
glint squinting
in your glory
MR Layton.
poem by Randy Resh
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