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 The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished.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

Waken, Poet!

Break the bonds of frozen pride
In your ivory tower.
Look upon the human tide
At its cresting hour.

Behold the little people
And the striding great
Pass the mart and steeple
To the scuffing sound of fate.

Champion the laggard,
But the ones to pity most
Are the favored in the running,
The scornful at the post.

Waken, poet, from your dream
Of eerie enterprise.
Look upon the human scene,
Compassion in your eyes.
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