Vancouver's Forgotten Poet: Mary Barnard

0:00It's March 28, Canada news today starts now, AI powered and ready. Mary Barnard, the Vancouver poet, born in 1909 and gone by 2001, might be the best wordsmith your town forgot. This local legend grew up exploring forests, with her timber-broker dad, penned sharp verses about ways, dunes, and mills, and even dropped a classic, translation of Sappho that still holds up. She hit Reed College, wrote her heart out, then wrote to Hero Ezra Pound, who pushed her east to New York for the literary hustle. Shy, and feeling out of place among the city crowd, she called herself an awkward kid with sawdust in her hair, but built real cred before heading back. To Vancouver for good, publishing books that captured the northwest raw. Folks like Betty Bell, who crossed paths with Barnard in the 80s, remember her as shy yet kind, and got shocked when picked as literary executor. Bell kept manuscripts flowing to Yale, handles copyrights now, and digs how Barnard's lines

1:01they spare, direct, no fluff. Just clear shots of real, life, melancholy, and true. Bell stepping up this national poetry month, with a talk on Barnard's life and readings, happening 7pm April 2nd at Fort Vancouver visitor. Center. It's free, but snack a spot at cchmuseum.org. If you're chasing that quiet power in poetry, this spotlight on a hometown gym feels right