M. Travis Lane
Categories: Female Authors - Anglophone Authors - Poets - Miramichi River - Saint John River Valley
Born 1934, a second-generation “army brat” so no “home town,” Lane came to Fredericton in 1960, becoming a Canadian citizen in 1973. B.A. Vassar, PhD, Cornell, Honorary Research Associate for the English Department at U. N. B. since 1967, she has written over one hundred reviews and essays. Her work first appeared in The Vassar Review, and in Five Poets (Cornell, 1960). A life member of the League of Canadian Poets, and Honorary President of the Writer's Federation of New Brunswick, Lane has won many honours, and believes herself to be very lucky to be living in Fredericton, and to have had the opportunity of becoming friends with so many good writers.
How has New Brunswick influenced your work?
New Brunswick has influenced my work because it is where I live, what I see, what I work in and think about; it is where most of my friends live. These are the woods I walk in, the people I visit. Anywhere else I am a tourist. Here I am home.
What is your favourite New Brunswick book, and why?
Many of the poets I most admire also live in the Maritimes, and I do not think I could pick out one favourite N.B. book, because there are so many good ones. We are particularly rich in poets.
What do you consider to be the highlight of your career so far?
The highlight of my career so far was when the musician composer Brenda Muller set to music and performed (with pianist, cellist, flautist, and singer) my long poem "The Witch of the Inner Woods," from Reckonings.
|Honorable mention, Descant Fiction and Poetry Award - 2009|
|Bliss Carman Poetry Award - 2006|
|Alden Nowlan Award for Excellence in English Language Literary Arts - 2003|
|Atlantic Poetry Prize - 2001|
|Amethyst Review Poetry Contest - 1997|
|Writers’ Federation of New Brunswick Literary Competition (Poetry) - 1994|
|Fiddlehead Contest (Poetry) - 1991|
|The Pat Lowther Memorial Award, League of Canadian Poets - 1981|
|Northern Light Editor’s Award - 1975|
|Mary Hardin-Baylor Prize - 1952|
The Crisp Day Closing on my Hand: The Poetry of M. Travis Lane
An early dusk, snow-gathered, fades the greys of spruce ad poplar, twig and branch, erasing shades and shadows with its brush. The out-of-doors has emptied out, the brooks in marble silenced, and, among the faded berries, claws sleep-locked, a bird, a stolid tuft, enters the stall of nothingness. The sun, diminished, a souvenir, a shade of white forgot in white, might like the moon be absent…. (Less than one fourth of « Dusk Sequence »)