Poetry

Umbrella

JAMES POLLOCK

In photography, liturgy, or martial arts,

or architecture. Or else for throwing shade,

to overshadow. The sum of its parts,

from ferrule to handle, times how it’s made:

pole, stretchers, ribs, and canopy. Courage

to learn, like a character in a novella,

when it rains or shines, to take, not umbrage,

but cover, under a sombre umbrella.

This poem appeared in Geist 118 in a set of poems along with "Sprinkler" which can be read here.

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JAMES POLLOCK

James Pollock is the author of Sailing to Babylon (Able Muse Press) and You Are Here: Essays on the Art of Poetry in Canada (Porcupine’s Quill). He has been a finalist for both the Griffin Poetry Prize and the Governor General’s Literary Award for poetry. He lives in Madison, WI, and at www.jamespollock.org.


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