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The Essential Tom Marshall by Tom Marshall, David Helwig, Michael Ondaatje  

A comprehensive introduction to this enigmatic Canadian poet, The Essential Tom Marshall provides an overview of the breadth of Marshall’s career, from the intense, daring poetry of his youth in the 1960s to the reflective work of his later years.

Number nine in our series of Essential Poets, this newly selected, essential collection of Tom Marshall’s poetry, co-edited by his friends David Helwig and Michael Ondaatje, pushes Marshall to his rightful place in the Canadian canon. Tom Marshall lived in Kingston for most of his adult life. During his short lifetime he made a substantial contribution to Canadian literature and culture, with ten published collections of poetry, four of critical essays and seven of fiction.

In this selected volume the reader will find verse from his early years, daring and inventive, imbuing the familiar Kingston landscape with an electric intensity. One of his earliest poems, ‘Astrology’, suggests Marshall’s range of tones, the balance of humour and seriousness, and the way his poems remain lyrical even when he is writing of bitter love, self-abasement and brilliant restless nights. Also included is more reflective poetry from later in his life, probing and elegant, as he struggled with an ambiguous relationship to his parents. But through them all one hears Marshall’s distinctive voice, his shrewd irony, his daring intensity, his preoccupation with mortality and the enduring power of myth.


2012—Poetry Daily,

Table of contents

7 Foreword

The Silences of Fire (1969)

11 The park is more like a wood
14 Autobiographies
15 Astrology
16 Speedboat
18 Derangement
19 Notes from a London Diary
21 Words in Exile
24 Interior Monologue #666
25 Coda: Macdonald Park

Magic Water (1971)

26 Politics
28 from Islands
29 Strictly Personal
30 The Return

The Earthbook (1974)

31 Qualifications
32 Other Qualifications
33 Legend
34 Second Legend
35 The Friends
36 The Lamb

Dance of the Particles (1984)

39 Approaching 38
40 Christmas Travel Poem
41 Summer of Seventy-Seven
42 Field Syllabics

Ghost Safari (1991)

44 Dream Sequence
46 Daedelus, Icarus
49 "We are dying . . ."

Some Impossible Heaven of the Senses (1994)

50 Flight
51 To Whom It May Concern
52 Wave Movements
54 The Mother
56 Words for HSKM
57 Voyages
No Way
58 Sonnets of Scorpio
59 (          )

60 About Tom Marshall

63 A Bibliography

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‘I met Tom Marshall just the once, as I recall. In September of 1992, at the Grand Theatre on Princess Street in Kingston. The occasion was the book launch for Steven Heighton’s Flightpaths of the Emperor. Al Purdy was there, and Carolyn Smart. We didn’t sell as many books as I had hoped, or John Metcalf had rashly predicted, but then again, we never do. Tom Marshall was just fifty-five years old when he died the following year, so it is with an acute sense of responsibility to community that PQL is happy to partner with novelists David Helwig and Michael Ondaatje in publishing The Essential Tom Marshall.’

—Tim Inkster, publisher

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‘Over the two decades since Tom Marshall passed away, his poetry has become increasingly hard to find. The publication of The Essential Tom Marshall is a welcome corrective, restoring to us the poet’s best work and also, in some ways, the man himself: psychic mariner, elemental lyricist, interpreter of the silences of fire, author of neglected small masterpieces like ‘Autobiographies’, ‘Summer’, ‘Politics I & II’ and ‘We are dying . . .’ And Tom demonstrates in poems like ‘The Mother’ that in a few lines he can render characters as vivid as many fiction writers need a full novel to realize: ‘She mouths her pieties/ but she hates God/ with splendid, unrecognized ferocity.’ (In that last sentence I see I’ve used the present tense — Tom demonstrates — where before, when the poems were out of print, I would have used the elegiac past tense. How wonderful that this book makes possible such a restorative conjugation. And how it would delight the poet himself.)’

—Steven Heighton, author of Every Lost Country

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‘The poems in this posthumous selection would seem to contradict Tom Marshall’s own lines: ‘‘Still, words/between the dead and the living/are difficult.’’ These poems speak to us now as clearly and strongly as they ever did: unsettled and unsettling, sometimes evasive, often ecstatic, they are now also imbued with the augury of elegy, through no fault of his or our own. Dear Tom, you are still and always ‘‘protected by many [known and] unknown companions.’’’

—Diane Schoemperlen, author of Man of My Dreams

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The Essential Tom Marshall embodies two aspirations: to sketch an overview of the poet’s career, including less developed youthful work, and to mount a portrait of Marshall in the Canadian canon, based on his better-known material. This slim volume succeeds more as a primer than a definitive guide, but it is nevertheless an important first step in the restoration of a poet well worth getting acquainted with.

—Stevie Howell, Quill & Quire

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Salon has written about The Porcupine’s Quill’s Essential series plenty already, and here we are again. This series is a precious examination of poetry in Canada. It is precious as both adjective and noun -- a slim 64 pages and with the subtle elegance of the press’s handmade design, they’re not to be overlooked and each edition is like a letter to a beloved. This most recent addition, The Essential Tom Marshall, was selected by David Helwig and Michael Ondaatje. I had never read Marshall before, but his thematic roots in the past, history and repetition easily resonate across the expanse from Kingston, Ont., to New Brunswick. Helwig and Ondaatje rightly point out in their foreword, ‘‘Everyone likes to believe that the best of poetry will endure, but it doesn’t do so without help.’’ The Porcupine’s Quill is doing its part, now you must, too.

—Kate Wallace, Telegraph-Journal

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The Essential Tom Marshall does its job incredibly well, celebrating a poetic gift that’s both light and intense at the same time – the simple structure and relatively easy language open up the depth and resonance of this work almost immediately.’

—Deanna McFadden, My Tragic Right Hip

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‘[The Essential Tom Marshall] is a book that you enjoy holding while you savour the poems it contains.’

—Jeanne Duperreault, Book Discovery

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The Essential Tom Marshall is ... a lovely book both in terms of its content and its appearance, making it quite a pleasure to read, and the kind of book you’ll pull off your shelf again and again.’

—Angela Hickman, Books Under Skin

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With The Essential Tom Marshall, The Porcupine’s Quill has once again shown its ability to select and present the best work of poets whose words might otherwise be lost in the electronic ether.

—Peter Dabbene, ForeWord Reviews

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‘Too often, our understanding of our literary history gets mixed up in debates about the canon, about who was great and who was merely good. In the process, we risk overlooking the fact that the greats didn’t spring out of nowhere; they needed literary friends, drinking buddies, sympathetic publishers, rivals, lovers.... They needed writers like Tom Marshall (1938–1993), the poet, novelist (Adele at the End of the Day), and critic (Harsh and Lovely Land: The Major Canadian Poets and the Making of a Canadian Tradition). Marshall spent his life writing his life, mythologizing his Kingston, his Wolfe Island, his family’s deep Ontario roots. To understand the full scope of our heritage, we need volumes like The Essential Tom Marshall.’

—Andrew Johnson, Arc Poetry Magazine

Excerpt from book

‘Words For H.S.K.M. (1910-91)’

The Kennedy profile recumbent
is like a craggy mountain range
rising above the oak casket.

Time’s scythe has had its way with her.
The Ancient of Days has drawn a line
around her. She survives herself no more.

For years she had been receding
little by little. She had been
remembered in dreams as younger, stronger.

A shrunken woman, kindly, distant,
not that terrifying sorceress
not yet the strong, protective matrona.

Mother, in your darkness and light
I grew. Your love of music and reading.
Your hatred of space and freedom.

Curious contradictions of
anxiety, nerves, depression
persisting through generations

of Kennedys working the land.
Whence comes all that depth of darkness?
From Scotland’s internecine turmoil?

Human mysteries persist, deepen.
There is no resolution. Only pain
familiar and defining, strengthening.

Introduction or preface

The city of Kingston stood at the centre of Tom Marshall’s personal and imaginative universe. He moved to Kingston to study at Queen’s University in 1957. In 1993 he died there, in the small brick house he had bought some years before. Though he spent time travelling in Europe after his graduation and later settled in London for a year to work toward a PhD, with a sabbatical year spent in Toronto a few years later, he always returned to the city where his parents had met. For years he lived close to the lake among the fine stone houses built in the nineteenth century when Kingston was in line to become the capital of Canada. In the 60s he inhabited an apartment overlooking the park named for Sir John A Macdonald and containing a statue of the man. Tom’s first long poem was about Macdonald and his park. ‘Overlooking the park,’ he says in an introduction to the poem, ‘I came to feel that there was a thing in it, a vision or Beast, to be observed and recorded.’

Later he wrote a lengthy set of poems, a kind of modernized sonnet cycle, which opens with a dedication to the city of Kingston. Marine city of my dreams, he calls it. Anyone who knew Tom in those days can easily trace on the map of memory a stroll down to the lakeshore with its view of Wolfe Island, the trudge to Queen’s past the old courthouse, the few blocks to the downtown, the walk back to the apartment on West Street, or in later years to the Annandale Annex, where his windows on one side looked out over tall willows, on the other over a parking lot and the elegant old houses of William Street. Anyone reading his early poems will learn the details of his daily life, as he passed through that rackety, half-gentrified core of the limestone city searching out the mystic fire at the edge of things.

Sight burns us free of love
to green paraphrase
that burns us finally free of sight.

What is probably the earliest poem in this collection, ‘Astrology’, already suggests some of the qualities of voice and manner that lie at the core of Tom Marshall’s poetry. The offhand opening statement: ‘It’s an approach. Say what you like/ about it. It’s an approach,’ leads on to a slyly ironic assertion ‘I care more about this/ arrangement of words than about you,’ and finally the poem that began in a denial of sentiment ends with a high romantic demand, ‘give me the whole fire of your heart’. A conclusion imposed by a self-dramatizing young poet perhaps, but the calm irony of the opening lines is characteristic, and the poem suggests his range of tones, the balance of humour and seriousness, the way his poems remain lyrical even when he is writing of bitter love, self-abasement, brilliant restless nights. In the early park poems the calm insistence of a quiet inward voice urges the reader on to another thought, another stanza.

In this short selection there has not been room to include any of Tom Marshall’s ambitious long poems, ‘Macdonald Park’, ‘Islands’, ‘Cosmic Photographs’, ‘Fugue for Lonny’. One of the longer poems included here is ‘The Lamb’, an evocative and powerful elegy dedicated to Susan Alliston; it becomes an invocation of a whole era of artists in London. Some of Tom’s poems about London in The Silences of Fire suggest that the city could still embody itself - as it did when T.S. Eliot published The Waste Land—as a kind of hell. ‘The Lamb’ plays with that metaphor.

                                                The Lamb. Underworld saloon
where Dickens, Wilde and Dylan Thomas drank,
those haunted dilettantes, the poets

of Hades and Bloomsbury . . . Oh Sue
where are you? You
should be the hostess of this Underworld.

(A sidebar for those who enjoy gossip, as Tom did: in 2010, it came to light that Susan Alliston, to whom ‘The Lamb’ is dedicated, was in bed with Ted Hughes on the winter night in 1963 when his wife Sylvia Plath committed suicide.)

One of five brothers born into a middle-class family, Tom Marshall was both secretive and obsessive about his personal life. As an undergraduate, he chose history as his main field of study, and he had a consuming sense of the drama of the Canadian past, which played itself out in his poems. He delighted in the fact that John Montgomery, the owner of the tavern where one of the half comic confrontations of the 1837 rebellion took place, was one of his ancestors. At the time of his death he was completing revisions on a novel on the subject.

In 1980 Tom Marshall’s first four books, each named for one of the elements, were brought together in a substantial selection called The Elements. In the following years a good deal of his creative energy was taken up by the writing of fiction.

Tom Marshall’s final collection of poetry was assembled from material found in his files after his death, some of it highly personal and more direct than the earlier poems, and it included poems that he had kept on hand but not published. The old age and death of his parents was a source for some of his best late poems. ‘Dream Sequence’, ‘The Mother’, and ‘Words for HSKM’ are attempts to come to terms with his strong and ambiguous feelings about his parents, his mother in particular. ‘The Mother’, a vigorous portrait etched in wormwood, was written and set aside while his mother was still alive; it is impelled by bitterness and anger and yet perhaps contains something that is their exact opposite. ‘For HSKM’ is an elegy and tries to reach some kind of accommodation.

Human mysteries persist, deepen.
There is no resolution. Only pain
familiar and defining, strengthening.

It has been argued that that Tom was not at his best with endings, that sometimes poems are forced to a neat conclusion. Perhaps that’s why the last poems are so strong; they open out, don’t give in to something; they have a lovely tentativeness. It may be that their new directions in tone and shape are the result of the fact that they were ‘unpublishable’ poems and for that reason he allowed them a different aesthetic logic.

Tom Marshall’s premature death at fifty-five in the small brick house on Victoria Street—where he imagined ghosts and lined up the sayings from Chinese fortune-cookies on his coffee table like some kind of Tarot—left his fine poetry to the merciless inattention of passing time. He is not on hand to help broadcast news of his work, though he is well remembered in Kingston as a figure central to the literary world there for more than two decades.

Everyone likes to believe that the best of poetry will endure, but it doesn’t do so without help. Perhaps this collection, assembled by two old friends as a small act of affection and loyalty, will help to bring Tom back as a living voice.


Tom Marshall was born in Niagara Falls, Ontario, in April, 1938. He studied English and History at Queen’s University in the late 1950s, returning to the school after graduation to complete a master’s degree on the poetry of A M Klein. With David Helwig, Marshall was at the centre of a group of writers active in Kingston, where he began teaching at Queen’s in 1964. As a poet, he is known for four linked collections (published between 1969 and 1976) of philosophical, meditative verse. The Silences of Fire (Macmillan 1969) is perhaps the best known of these, though all of them are neatly represented in a fifth book, The Elements (Oberon 1980). Marshall is also the author of seven novels, among them Rosemary Goal (Oberon 1978), a satire of academic and literary life, and Adele at the End of the Day (Macmillan 1987). Most important critically are The Psychic Mariner: A Reading of the Poems of D.H. Lawrence (1970) and Harsh and Lovely Land (1979), an incisive, insightful survey of contemporary Canadian poets and poetry. Marshall died at Kingston in 1993.


Born in Toronto in 1938, David Helwig attended the University of Toronto and the University of Liverpool. His first stories were published in Canadian Forum and The Montrealer while he was still an undergraduate. He then went on to teach at Queen’s University. He worked in summer stock with the Straw Hat Players, mostly as a business manager and technician, rubbing elbows with such actors as Gordon Pinsent, Jackie Burroughs and Timothy Findley.

While at Queen’s University, Helwig did some informal teaching in Collins Bay Penitentiary and subsequently wrote A Book About Billie with a former inmate.

Helwig has also served as literary manager of CBC Television Drama, working under John Hirsch, supervising the work of story editors and the department’s relations with writers.

In 1980, he gave up teaching and became a full-time freelance writer. He has done a wide range of writing -- fiction, poetry, essays -- authoring more than twenty books. Helwig is also the founder and long-time editor of the Best Canadian Stories annual. In 2009 he was named as a member of the Order of Canada.

David Helwig lives in the village of Eldon on Prince Edward Island, where he is the third Poet Laureate. He indulges his passion for vocal music by singing with choirs in Montreal, Kingston, and Charlottetown. He has appeared as bass soloist in Handel’s Messiah, Bach’s St Matthew Passion and Mozart’s Requiem.

For more information please visit the Author’s website »


Michael Ondaatje is a Canadian poet, novelist, editor and filmmaker. Born in Sri Lanka in 1943, Ondaatje immigrated to Canada where he attended the University of Toronto and Queen’s University before teaching at York University. After gaining some initial success as a poet with Governor General’s Award-winning collections like, The Collected Works of Billy the Kid, and There’s a Trick with a Knife I’m Learning to Do: Poems, Ondaatje eventually turned to writing novels, including In the Skin of a Lion and the wildly successful The English Patient. In addition to his poetry and fiction, Ondaatje has a distinguished career as a literary critic and as an editor. Ondaatje was named an Officer of the Order of Canada in 2005.

The Porcupine's Quill would like to acknowledge the support of the Ontario Arts Council and the Canada Council for the Arts for our publishing program. The financial support of the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund (CBF) is also gratefully acknowledged.

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ISBN-13: 9780889843530

Publication Date: 2012-09-01

Dimensions: 8.75 in x 5.56 in

Pages: 64

Price: $14.95