Alex Colville, French Cross (1988) Clouds darken into the foreground: an absence not to be borne floods my memory and my heart recalls the buried ashes of Grand Pré. The green land is empty of people, stretched in shadow, spanning distance beyond field and telegraph pole, trees rising above the horizon. A girl on horseback turns her head to look again at the worn cross radiating its metal arrows like a clock with too many hands. She wonders who made it, and why, the cross mute on its stone base stained rust with lichen, as her horse trots beside the wire fencing. How many times has she been here, thought of stopping, then rode on, her horse resigned to its journey, indifferent as history? I watch her leave the empty land behind, approaching the present with a backward glance, as I do, but destined never to arrive in the now I must inhabit, suspended between moments, inhabiting a grief both mine and not mine, scanning the sky. Paul Robichaud Paul Robichaud is a Canadian writer based in Connecticut. His poems and essays on modern poetry have appeared in print and online journals in North America and the UK, including The Hudson Review and Agenda. He is the author, most recently, of the non-fiction book Pan: The Great God's Modern Return (Reaktion, 2021), exploring the god's role in myth, art, and literature.
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