UNIVERSITY OF TORONTO LINKS
Stephen Morrissey
From: The Vehicule Poets_Now). ed. Tom Konyves and Stephen Morrissey. The Muses' Company, Winnipeg, 2004
Green
If I believed in death
I'd give up now,
the ground an envelope
in which our bodies will lie
until our souls are sent
to heaven, hell, or nowhere at all-
we did not meet
to be torn apart so soon,
that is the cry of lovers
heard across a green field.
If love is not for
a dozen lives to come,
the infinity of time unfolding,
the sky darkening over fields,
each moment a green
eternity celebrating love;
in an ancient manuscript,
two lovers drawn in the margin
and our names
placed side by side�
oh, hold me close
in the cold green dawn.
White
This is the sheet of paper,
a flag of surrender,
this is newly fallen snow
and we are walking across it,
a field with a few
straggly black trees
on the horizon
where a white
sky meets the white
field of snow-
and I am carrying
a white flag:
why a white flag?
why surrender?
I am not one
to surrender,
I am one to fight,
struggle, wave the flag
with its green
white and orange.
Now we are arriving
in the new world;
ships full
of quarantined men,
women and children
wait off Grosse Ile;
they have not surrendered
in their flight
from famine;
they have not traveled
five thousand miles
only to die
when they should
embrace a new life.
This is a white sheet of paper,
words scrawled on
the page become this poem:
I will not surrender,
the flag I carry
is for life and love.
Orange
When a man and woman marry
their tears become one,
tears of sorrow,
tears of joy;
without love
there is only
the growing distance
between sun and moon
until the earth
falls into darkness.
The sun is weak
when summer ends,
then, predictably, leaves fall
and days grow shorter.
Those who join in union
become two people sailing
on a wooden ship
into an orange sunset,
a million gold coins
dancing on the water's
surface, the gold light
disappears in minutes�
tears of sorrow,
tears of joy.
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