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 The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished.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

Cry the Wind

Cry the fury of the wind,
Not the gentle snow
That now in ravished beauty lies
In the day's bright glow.

The gale that lashed the battlements
Through an anxious night
Has spread a robe of loveliness
In its careening flight.

The endless drifts that reach away
Are like a ruffled sea
That soon will know the utter calm
Of sands along the lee.

Watherver glory you will hold,
Whatever stars attain,
Will be a bounty of the storm,
A residue of pain.
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