Sunday, April 15, 2018

Charles Bane Jr.'s The Chapbook — My Old Soul

photo © Mark Butkus 2007
Remembering The Holocaust and the liberation of Bergen-Belsen.

My old soul has sung before.
It has lain many hands in mine;
I reach for yours,
and link it to he who needs.

He stands in Bergen-Belsen in the rain,
waiting his turn to expire.
He takes hands he cannot save
and sighs and breathes the gas.

He is a petal; I see inside his heart.
I love you as he and they who follow down the stairs.
My hand takes yours and hers and his.
Be careful of their souls, they are little suns.
They rise in me and flame the sanctuary
where we stand, betrothed.  

— Charles Bane, Jr.

In the week that marks Holocaust Remembrance Day and the liberation of Bergen-Belsen in the last days of World War II we look at the tender words of Charles Bane, Jr. as expressed in his poem, My Old Soul.

My Old Soul continues our serialization of Charles' 2011 volume of poetry, The Chapbook (Curbside Splendor). Part of a years-long journey, where we share and explore Charles' passion — his poetry — with you, our readers.

Charles is also the author of Love Poems (Kelsay Books, 2014). His work has been described in the Huffington Post as "not only standing on the shoulders of giants, but shrinking them." He created the Meaning of Poetry series for The Gutenberg Project and is a current nominee as Poet Laureate of Florida. A career encompassing collection of poetry, The Ends Of The Earth was published in 2015.

We thank Charles for his continuing contributions and wish him well in the publishing of a collection of short fiction entitled, For Whom The Bell Tolls: The Sequel And Other Stories.

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