Read here—The Last Picture in the World, from Beyond Remembering – The Collected Poems of Al Purdy.
‘...if I were to die at this moment
that picture would accompany me
wherever I am going
for part of the way’
I love this poem, having seen a few blue herons in my home town. The photo above is from one of my dad’s trips up north—I like the way they used the canoe as a table.
Save the house that Al built
‘...moving to Ameliasburgh was the missing piece in the puzzle. As Atwood has said, it’s the moment when Purdy’s poetry suddenly shifts from being terrible to being remarkable.’