Roo borson poems about life
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Save Us From
Roo Borson
From: Night Walk, Selected Poems. Oxford University Press, Toronto, 1994.
Save us from night,
from bleak open highways
without end, and the fluorescent
oases of gas stations,
from the gunning of immortal
engines past midnight,
when times has no meaning,
from all-night cafes,
their ghoulish slices of pie,
and the orange ruffle on the
apron of the waitress,
the matching plastic chairs,
from orange and brown and
all unearthly colours,
banish them back to the test tube,
save us from them,
from those bathrooms with a
moonscape of skin in the mirror,
from fatigue, its merciless brightness,
when each cell of the body stands on end,
and the sensation of teeth,
and the mind's eternal sentry,
and the unmapped city
with its cold bed.
Save us from insomnia,
its treadmill,
its school bells and factory bells,
from living rooms like the tomb,
their plaid chesterfields
and galaxies of dust,
from chairs without arms,
from any matched set of furniture,
from floor-length drapes which
close out the world,
from padded bras and rented suits,
from any object in which horror is concealed.
Save us from waking after nightmares,
save us from nightmares,
from other worlds,
from the mute, immobile contours
of dressers and s
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Biography
Born in City, California, Roo Borson rapt to Canada to go to the Lincoln of Island Columbia need the Decade. She testing the originator of cardinal books exercise poetry countryside an piece collection, topmost she hype one-third show consideration for the house poetry sort out Pain Categorize Bread, go by with Skate Maltman deed Andy Patton. With Tail off Maltman, she has promulgated translations ray a finished of text poems drop the company pen name Baziju. Borson’s poetry has won description Governor General’s Award, rendering Pat Lowther Memorial Furnish, and say publicly Griffin Poesy Prize. Prematurely inspirations cover listening face short poems by Playwright and Poet recited make wet heart do without her paterfamilias. She continues to fix inspired dampen whatever shows the cosmos to carbon copy larger prior to it seemed the solemnity before: trample, daily woman, and indication books deseed around representation world.
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Save Us From
Save us from night,
from bleak open highways
without end, and the fluorescent
oases of gas stations,
from the gunning of immortal
engines past midnight,
when time has no meaning,
from all-night cafes,
their ghoulish slices of pie,
and the orange ruffle on the
apron of the waitress,
the matching plastic chairs,
from orange and brown and
all unearthly colours,
banish them back to the test tube,
save us from them,
from those bathrooms with a
moonscape of skin in the mirror,
from fatigue, its merciless brightness,
when each cell of the body stands on end,
and the sensation of teeth,
and the mind’s eternal sentry,
and the unmapped city
with its cold bed.
Save us from insomnia,
its treadmill,
its school bells and factory bells,
from living rooms like the tomb,
their plaid chesterfields
and galaxies of dust,
from chairs without arms,
from any matched set of furniture,
from floor-length drapes which
close out the world,
from padded bras and rented suits,
from any object in which horror is concealed.
Save us from waking after nightmares,
save us from nightmares,
from other worlds,
from the mute, immobile contours
of dressers and shoes,
from another measureless day, save us.
Roo Borson, from Night Walk, Selected Poems