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New Hampshire Poet Showcase
From NH Poet Laureate, Walter E. Butts

At my request, the NH Arts Council is providing me with a link to the poet laureate page on their website in order that I may continue to showcase poems by a number of New Hampshire Poets. The poets will be by my invitation only, but I plan to include those who are seriously working at their craft from many areas of the state.

Featured Poet: Dudley Laufman, Canterbury

Dudley LaufmanI am 79 years of age, was raised near Boston, and graduated from agricultural school. Living with Jacqueline on the edge of the woods in Canterbury, NH, we earn our money by playing fiddles for dances. My poems have been in many little mags and journals. William Bauhan Press, Beech River Books and Shaker Village have published books of my poetry. Pudding House and Serif & Pixel Press have published my chapbooks. Wind in the Timothy Press has brought out books, chapbooks and broadsides of poetry by other poets and myself. I am a Pushcart Award nominee; recipient of the 2001 NH Governor's Arts Award in Folk Heritage; and, the subject of a documentary film, The Other Way Back. In 2009, I was honored as a National Heritage Fellow of the National Endowment for the Arts. Currently, I am Honorary President of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire.

Jacqueline's older brother died recently in California.  She had not seen or really heard from him for thirty five years. The poem came from what she shared with us at his east coast memorial service. 


It was at church during time of sharing
in front of the entire congregation.
She whirled like a dervish, skirts a-flaring,
her face in radiant pure elation.
She said “ I was out working the garden.
The sky was clear blue, the day was silent.
Suddenly without any warning,
a wind came roaring down upon the moment.”
She twirled around and round, her hair was flying.
She said “It whooshed and whooshed and kept on whirling.
Picked up the hay mulch from its winter lying,
and carried it away, a twister twirling
up above the trees into the sky.
It was my brother come to say goodbye.”




Click here for a list of previous Poet Showcases

Last updated: December 8, 2010

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