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 The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished.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

Love's Ghetto

You touched her hand and startled dreams
Drew the shades apart.
She knew you saw the disarray
Of things within her heart

She vowed that you should never know
The penury of dreams,
The drabness of the inner halls,
Pale light across the beams--

Where sagging webs of time enmesh
The broken wings of hope
And shadows of the wasted days
Interweave and grope.

But now you know the squalid truth:
Love languishes until
You enter to abide with it.
She knows you never will.
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