Yellow canoe – emerald waters

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The Red Wheelbarrow
by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens

I had a very good English professor at UBC way back in the dark ages, I think shortly after Shakespeare had packed it in and just before disco, whenever it was it was a long time ago. She had taught me many things but one thing she had told me was that the mark of a good poem, such as The Red Wheelbarrow, was that after reading it – would you ever be able to think of white chickens without the red wheelbarrow?

I think, had she not told me that, it would have been very easy for me to think of a white chicken without that damnable wheelbarrow but now I am forever linking the two.
So, good reader, I present my own experiment. After reading, the Yellow Canoe, and some ten years hence, let me know if you can ever come across the term yellow canoe without thinking about the emerald green waters.
The Yellow Canoe
by Frank Ritcey
so much piled
within
a yellow
canoe
top heavy
with beer
slicing through
emerald green
waters
yellow canoe on Clearwater Lake

One Response

  1. Doug

    Somehow the word "beer" grabbed my attention and I forgot what you had asked about the red canoe on the white water.

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