Louis Larsen worked as an English instructor for the majority of his adult life. In that time, he produced many works in both novels and poetry. Louis also worked as a ghost writer for many others, as well as newspapers throughout Utah. The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished. Much of his work reflects a haunting feeling of loss, pain and betrayal. This comes from the loss of his son, Thomas Larsen, in World War II. Tom served with the 85th Mountain Infantry of the 10th Mountain Division, where he served with distinguished honor, and paid the ultimate price for his commitment. Tom lost his life on Riva Ridge, Mount Belvedere in February, 1945. This loss haunted Louis for the remainder of his life. Many of his poems reflect this pain and leave a legacy of the emotional priced paid in the wake of war.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Keep the Angels

"Why are there never angels any more?"
A little child was knocking at my door
Of mystery to know the ins-and-outs.
They had to lock it tighter than before.

Youth best had leave the mysteries alone.
Pretense that there is honey in the comb
Imparts a sweeter taste to crusted bread.
Illusion makes a jewel of a stone.

Without the angels in the upper air,
What then inspires hope and love and prayer?
What source of daily little consolation?
Keep the angels. . .may be they are there!
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