Montreal Pantoum I
By Isobel Cunningham
My island city bathed in the river's wet embrace
Her bridges, strands of a silver web, span shore to shore
A dormered house, a balcony, a curved staircase
Come, stroll along marshy banks where rapids roar.
Her bridges, strands of a silver web, span shore to shore
Sweltering summer then brilliant leaves of autumn fall to bless
Come, stroll along marshy banks where rapids roar
Hear the hum of commerce, traffic and excess.
Sweltering summer then brilliant leaves of autumn fall to bless
The empty churches, spires that decorate the town
Hear the hum of commerce, traffic and excess
Short triumph of the blizzard and the plow's soft growl
The empty churches, spires that decorate the town
Sidewalk cafes sacred to l'apero, le flirt
Short triumph of the blizzard and the plow's soft growl
Sweet spring of lilac, gangsters and le cirque
Sidewalk cafes sacred to l'apero, le flirt
A dormered house, a balcony, a curved staircase
Sweet spring of lilac, gangsters and le cirque
My island city bathed in the river's wet embrace.
Source: http://www.amazon.com/Northern-Compass-Ms-Isobel-Cunningham/dp/1940769450/
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