Leon Stokesbury
Leon was my friend of fifty years. He published this poem during his senior year at Lamar.
http://archives.newyorker.com/?i=1967-10-21#folio=060 |
Oh, I didn't realize! Long ago I lived next door to him (duplex) for a year. What a marvelously amusing and talented man he was... Sympathy--and I am sure you have many wonderful memories of him.
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Leon wrote to me after running across my second book, Lives of the Sleepers, years ago & for a while we shared poems & corresponded. I already knew his fine work from the David Jauss & Philip Dacey anthology Strong Measures.
When I got hold of Autumn Rhythms, his first selected volume, I was knocked out by its riches. Here's one suited to the moment. Ready to Satisfy All Your Bereavement Needs The preacher who delivered the eulogy at Wardell's Funeral Home in Oklahoma City churned on and on-- ladling out what he perceived to be the virtuous cream of my father's bounty far and away. ------------------But I cannot recall today what it was precisely the preacher who delivered the eulogy at my father's funeral said-- because at that particular time I found it impossible to concentrate on what the preacher had to say-- because just as the preacher who delivered the euology began, I got the most wonderful idea for a poem. Here's the link to another: "The Day Kennedy Died." Rest in peace, Leon. https://www.wcupa.edu/arts-humanitie...Stokesbury.pdf |
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