Fred Cogswell: The Many-Dimensioned Self

by Tony Tremblay

Could I...

Could I make my love artTo last till time is stayedI would carve a red heartAnd two clear eyes of jade.

Could I make my love liveIn time and space with meNot a fig for art I'd give.I would not carve, but be.

From Pearls. Reprinted with permission of Kathleen Forsythe, Cogswell's literary executor. Back to Selected Poems