"Winter Evening" by Edward Williams‘The Last Night That We Met’: A Poem by Tiree MacGregor The Society March 18, 2023 Beauty, Poetry 17 Comments . The Last Night That We Met in memoriam CQD, Halifax, February, 2001 We gripped hands awkwardly. I’d grasped your shoulder To say goodbye, and, that cold winter night A month before your death, you asked who, turned, And said my name in such a way that, colder Though winter nights and dark my own world might Grow, I knew then the warmth of friendship earned As only friends can know. There’d been a party. Saying goodbye to one you’d known when he Was just a boy, you smiled with memorable Affection, seemed to volunteer a hearty Embrace, but tapped his shoulders cordially, The courteous gesture unforgettable As frank young Nick politely smiled and spoke With English charm. And then you left the warm, Convivial home for cold, dark night, descending The steep porch stair with frailty that awoke At once the fear that you might come to harm While I, with others intermediate lending What seemed less careful hands than needed, stood Stranded in anxious idleness, as though Watching a frail child reach for rocky heights. But, going warily, you came to good John Baxter’s van, and all were set to go. I made my way to you. The dashboard lights Bright in the biding darkness, the engine warming, You sat strapped in, face-forward, safe, it seemed, And ready for the future. But what seer Of old could hinder time and chance from forming Affliction’s deadly blow, and what fool dreamed Of cheating mortal suffering and fear, Those grim, relentless masters? Yet if grace Redeems all loss, then we for life might hold To love engendered in a gentle face And acts that brace against the final cold. . . Tiree MacGregor began publishing verse with The Epigrammatist in the early 1990s. Since then his poems have occasionally appeared in print and online journals. He taught university English for many years in three Canadian provinces and now works as a freelance editor. Born in Scotland, he lives in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. 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I’m inadvertently reminded, in contrast, of the scene at the end of “Death of a Travelling Salesman” where John Malkovich’s character embraces his father, and Dustin Hoffman’s character fails out of pride to return the embrace – right before he goes out the door to take his own life. Thank you for your account of the sweetness of male friendship even when mixed with the sadness of loss! Reply Tiree MacGregor March 18, 2023 Thank you, Mr. Johnson, for mentioning the detail of shoulder tapping (selective details are important to the working of this kind of poem), and for your reference to “the sweetness of male friendship.” Drummond would have liked that phrase, I think. Reply Sally Cook March 18, 2023 A Fine poem. that shares significant snippets of actual occurrences ; just enough to whet the poetic appetite/ Thanks for the subtle way in which you have raised your questions. Reply Tiree MacGregor March 18, 2023 Thank you for your thoughts, Ms. Cook. I would address the “snippets” you mention, but I’ve done so in my note to Mr. Johnson, above, you’ll see. Reply Cheryl Corey March 18, 2023 A very touching poem. My favorite phrasings are “as though Watching a frail child reach for rocky heights” and “mortal suffering and fear, Those grim, relentless masters”. Reply Tiree MacGregor March 18, 2023 Thank you kindly, Ms. Corey. I used to urge my students to find the best stanza, if they could, in a poem under study. And certainly finding the favourite phrase or line is both natural and an interesting, even if only impressionistic, exercise. Reply Paul Buchheit March 18, 2023 The deepest emotions were conveyed in your eloquent words, Tiree. Thank you. Reply Tiree MacGregor March 18, 2023 You are very kind. Much appreciated. Reply Brian A Yapko March 18, 2023 This is a very sad but beautiful poem, Tyree. You capture a moment in time with deep compassion and intensity. Your poem has me longing to hug my loved ones because… you just never know. Thank you for a powerful reminder. Reply Tiree MacGregor March 18, 2023 Well, and thank you, Mr. Yapko, for your kindness. Reply Paul Freeman March 20, 2023 The emotion is palpable in this poem which is often difficult to achieve. Thanks for the read and the pointers, Tiree. Reply Tiree MacGregor March 20, 2023 You are most welcome. I might mention that in this particular case (although the convention of referring to the ‘speaker’ still holds), the events and details were actual. As Cunningham might have put it, this is the sort of poem in which you get testimony under oath. I say these things though the poem was written many years ago. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant March 21, 2023 This is a heartfelt, heart-touching poem that says so much with sensitivity and poignancy. I always find these poems the toughest to write. Thank you, Tiree. Reply Tiree MacGregor March 24, 2023 And thank you, Susan. Of all the different sorts of poems I write, or try to, the heartfelt mean the most to me and are certainly satisfying if they reach another. But then heartfeltness (there’s a word) itself is of course not enough, and things get interesting when the demands of form and style, the engagement of one’s judgement and skill, are tested in every foot and line. Reply Mary Ann Muller June 28, 2023 Magnificent imagery! Thank you for taking each of us who live with loss on your poignant and beautiful journey, Mr. MacGregor. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Roy Eugene Peterson March 18, 2023 The feelings shown on the loss of a friend are sadly, but trenchantly conveyed. I could feel your inward pain and sorrow that are so well written in classic poetry that speaks to us all. Reply
Tiree MacGregor March 18, 2023 Thank you, Mr. Peterson. It was indeed a painful loss, but I’m glad that the poem conveys feelings that will speak to others. Reply
Jeremiah Johnson March 18, 2023 I especially like that “cordial shoulder tap” – in place of what might have been an embrace but which was just, and possibly more-so, memorable. I’m inadvertently reminded, in contrast, of the scene at the end of “Death of a Travelling Salesman” where John Malkovich’s character embraces his father, and Dustin Hoffman’s character fails out of pride to return the embrace – right before he goes out the door to take his own life. Thank you for your account of the sweetness of male friendship even when mixed with the sadness of loss! Reply
Tiree MacGregor March 18, 2023 Thank you, Mr. Johnson, for mentioning the detail of shoulder tapping (selective details are important to the working of this kind of poem), and for your reference to “the sweetness of male friendship.” Drummond would have liked that phrase, I think. Reply
Sally Cook March 18, 2023 A Fine poem. that shares significant snippets of actual occurrences ; just enough to whet the poetic appetite/ Thanks for the subtle way in which you have raised your questions. Reply
Tiree MacGregor March 18, 2023 Thank you for your thoughts, Ms. Cook. I would address the “snippets” you mention, but I’ve done so in my note to Mr. Johnson, above, you’ll see. Reply
Cheryl Corey March 18, 2023 A very touching poem. My favorite phrasings are “as though Watching a frail child reach for rocky heights” and “mortal suffering and fear, Those grim, relentless masters”. Reply
Tiree MacGregor March 18, 2023 Thank you kindly, Ms. Corey. I used to urge my students to find the best stanza, if they could, in a poem under study. And certainly finding the favourite phrase or line is both natural and an interesting, even if only impressionistic, exercise. Reply
Paul Buchheit March 18, 2023 The deepest emotions were conveyed in your eloquent words, Tiree. Thank you. Reply
Brian A Yapko March 18, 2023 This is a very sad but beautiful poem, Tyree. You capture a moment in time with deep compassion and intensity. Your poem has me longing to hug my loved ones because… you just never know. Thank you for a powerful reminder. Reply
Paul Freeman March 20, 2023 The emotion is palpable in this poem which is often difficult to achieve. Thanks for the read and the pointers, Tiree. Reply
Tiree MacGregor March 20, 2023 You are most welcome. I might mention that in this particular case (although the convention of referring to the ‘speaker’ still holds), the events and details were actual. As Cunningham might have put it, this is the sort of poem in which you get testimony under oath. I say these things though the poem was written many years ago. Reply
Susan Jarvis Bryant March 21, 2023 This is a heartfelt, heart-touching poem that says so much with sensitivity and poignancy. I always find these poems the toughest to write. Thank you, Tiree. Reply
Tiree MacGregor March 24, 2023 And thank you, Susan. Of all the different sorts of poems I write, or try to, the heartfelt mean the most to me and are certainly satisfying if they reach another. But then heartfeltness (there’s a word) itself is of course not enough, and things get interesting when the demands of form and style, the engagement of one’s judgement and skill, are tested in every foot and line. Reply
Mary Ann Muller June 28, 2023 Magnificent imagery! Thank you for taking each of us who live with loss on your poignant and beautiful journey, Mr. MacGregor. Reply