Jude Goodwin, Canadian Poet

Jude Goodwin

She uses the personal to translate the universal.

Lost: Little Girl

Lost: Little Girl

Lost : Little Girl

    Hair blonde eyes blue
    green when near water
    nose and chin small curving
    white brow wide summer
    smile last seen wearing
    sand shoes holding shells holding
    the wind last seen by the river
    growing.


This is marvellous. It expresses very economically and beautifully the thought that every parent/grandparent has had many times ... Don't they grow up quickly? The lack of punctuation adds to the headlong rush of time that is part of what the poet is saying. I would have had no capital letters either, I think. The fact that "Lost" is part of the title makes it seem as though the adult looking back is regretful, even sad, about the loss of this child's youth, which brings a sort of shadow to the picture. It's as though the 'growing' in the last line is some kind of sinister process: something the poet might want to turn back if she could. Or maybe I'm reading too much into it. In any case, a good poem. A clear picture.

Adèle Geras, 30 August 2005

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