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 The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished.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

The Song and the Cry

Go, eerie lark, on errant wing,
Flaunt the gladness of the spring,
Skirt the dawn in feathered gust,
Put down in every bay you must--

The blossom tree, the greening knoll,
The briar patch, the leaning pole.
Salute the morning, wake the day,
O voice of April calling May.

Yet, paradox is in the song
From every hedge you wing along.
The joyous birth of spring you hail
Evokes the cry of earth's travail.
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