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Award Winners
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Poems which have won awards
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This is a companion poem...."TO A POET A THOUSAND YEARS HENSE" was written by James Elroy
Flecker and the poem written by me underneath was a response to it.
It won the Tamanawis Writing contes in 1999 for
Gr.11 poetry and was later published By School District 36 for a district contest under the same category.
TO A POET A THOUSAND YEARS HENSE
I who am dead a thousand years
And wrote this sweet archaic song,
Send you my words for messengers
The way I shall not pass along.
I care not if you bridge the seas,
Or
ride secure the cruel sky,
Or build consummate palaces
Of metal or of Masonry
But have you wine and music
still,
And statues, and a bright-eyed love,
And foolish thoughts of good and ill,
And prayers to them who sit
above?
And shall we conquer? Like a wind
That falls at eve our fancies blow,
And old Maeonides the blind
Said it three thousand years ago.
O friend unseen, unborn, unknown
Student of our sweet English tongue,
Read out my words at night, alone:
I was a poet, I was young.
Since I can never see your face,
Or
shake you by the hand,
I send you my soul through time and space
To greet you. You will understand.
------JAMES ELROY FLECKER
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A PRAYER TO THE DECEASED POET
To the poet of a past dispensation,
I greet your forecast song.
And
to our future generations,
I pass thy message along.
We have conquered the seas,
And we now rule the
sky.
But what we need are words as these
Words which make our hearts to fly.
We have our wine and music
plenty,
But forever quest for our love.
Our streets are full and filled with Sentries
As we pray for salvation
from above.
We have yet not conquered. For this day
We must face ourselves and look within
Our own souls
and correct the dissaray
And we must help eachother, for we are all kin
O friend desceased a thousand years,
Teacher of our sweet English tongue,
We do read your words and shed our tears,
We are poets, We are young.
Now, as I speak, I stretch my hand,
To reach and greet your spirit.
This is my prayer that you might
hear it.
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