P.K. PagePatricia Kathleen Page was born November 23rd 1916 in Swanage in Dorset England, but was brought up in the Canadian Prairies In Red Drea Alberta. As a child her family moved alot due to her fathers postings in the military. Finally she settled in Montreal Quebec, adn she started to work as a filing clerk, later on moving to becomming a script writer for the National Film Board of Canada in Ottawa. That same year in 1950 she married her husband William Arthur Irwinwho was also a writter. For the next few years she would travelthe world with her husband who was posted as Canadian high Comissioner.
Page won her first award in 1944 for a publication in a poetry magazine, and the praises continued form there. In 1954 she was awadred the Governor General's Award for her second book called " The Metal adn the Flower". She was awarded many more awards throughout hte years, but wa s not only known for her poetry, for she also writes stories, and paints under the name of PK Irwin. She was most recently shortlisted for the 2003 Lowther Memorial Award for her " Planet Earth" published in 2002. PK Page still oves to write for she has recently published two new books in the past year, "You Are Here" in November of 2008, and a childrens book " There Once Was A Camel" in December of 2008.
"Deaf Mute In A Pear Tree"
His clumsy body is a golden fruitpendulous in the pear tree
Blunt fingers among the multitudinous buds
Adriatic blue the sky above and throughthe forking twigs
Sun ruddying tree's trunk, his trunkhis massive head thick-knobbed with burnished curlstight-clenched in bud
(Painting by Generalic. Primitive.)
I watch him prune with silent secateurs
Boots in the crotch of branches shift their weightheavily as oxen in a stall
Hear small inarticulate mews from his locked moutha kitten in a box
Pear clippings fallsoundlessly on the groundSpring finches singsoundlessly in the leaves
A stone. A stone in ears and on his tongue
Through palm and fingertip he knows the tree'squick springtime pulse
Smells in its sap the sweet incipient pears
Pale sunlight's choppy water glistens onhis mutely snipping blades
and flags and scraps of blueabove him make regatta of the day
But when he sees his wife's foreshortened shapesudden and silent in the grass belowuptilt its face to him
then air is kisses, kisses
stone dissolves
his locked throat finds a little door
and through it feathered joyflies screaming like a jay
Why i chose this poem: I chose this poem as one of my poems to analyse with the class because
of its descriptions and comparisons throughout the poem. I liked the way it coudl be
interperated in many ways, because it did nto have a straight forward meening to it liek many
we saw in the British poems that were presented. It uses the five sences to intice ou to keep reading.
"This Heavy Craft"
The wax has melted
"This Heavy Craft"
The wax has melted
but the dream of flight
persists.
I, Icarus, though grounded
in my flesh
have one bright section in me
where a bird
night after starry night
while I'm asleep
unfolds its phantom wings
and practices.
Analysis/ Why i chose it:
I chose to use this poem to analyse as part of the presentation, no not because it was short, but because of how it made me feel. This poem as you read the title, you assume that it will be about a flying machine of sorts because of the word "craft". But as you read it, you start to see that it is about more then just the ability to fly, more then an explanation of the old Greek Myth. I found this poem describes the wish for something, a goal, and how even though things might not go as planned ( Icarus's wings melting) that that shouldnt stop ou from trying to reach your goals. To me this Poem is a poem of hope and motivation, to not give up on what ou want, the first plan may not have worked out but there are always other ways ( " night after starry night while I'm asleep, unfold its phantom wings, adn practices" he still fyies at night in his dreams, he has foudn another way to do what he wishes).
Analysis/ Why i chose it:
I chose to use this poem to analyse as part of the presentation, no not because it was short, but because of how it made me feel. This poem as you read the title, you assume that it will be about a flying machine of sorts because of the word "craft". But as you read it, you start to see that it is about more then just the ability to fly, more then an explanation of the old Greek Myth. I found this poem describes the wish for something, a goal, and how even though things might not go as planned ( Icarus's wings melting) that that shouldnt stop ou from trying to reach your goals. To me this Poem is a poem of hope and motivation, to not give up on what ou want, the first plan may not have worked out but there are always other ways ( " night after starry night while I'm asleep, unfold its phantom wings, adn practices" he still fyies at night in his dreams, he has foudn another way to do what he wishes).
