"At Bliss Carman's Grave"

Fred Cogswell

I stand by your tombstone

and think that if suddenly

you’d rise up beside it

I’d lend you my pouch,

spare pipe and tobacco,

striking a match on the marble

where three circles intertwine…


If I only could get you contentedly smoking

with your back to those stone abstractions,


I know I would like you then.

Source:  Cogswell, Fred.  When the Right Light Shines.  Borealis Press, 1992. 

Thanks to Kathleen Forsythe, literary executor to Mr. Cogswell, for permission to use this poem.