Wallace Stegner’s Birthday
(18 february 1909)
The last ten days got lost – classes taught,
essays read and marked, a meeting
sandwiched into lunch – and I forgot
about Wallace Stegner’s birth,
about his books
quietly keeping their places on my shelves.
And this morning it’s too late
to remember, Stegner
gone for another year.
I’ll have to celebrate
something else.
Maybe the first of March,
a day when it will be possible again
to speak of lions
masquerading as lambs.
The last ten days got lost – classes taught,
essays read and marked, a meeting
sandwiched into lunch – and I forgot
about Wallace Stegner’s birth,
about his books
quietly keeping their places on my shelves.
And this morning it’s too late
to remember, Stegner
gone for another year.
I’ll have to celebrate
something else.
Maybe the first of March,
a day when it will be possible again
to speak of lions
masquerading as lambs.
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