Rebel Girl's Poetry Corner: "in the elegy country"

Early summer took Rebel Girl by surprise, one thing after another and now, today, she heads north, (Polish wedding! Poets! Writers conference! hot springs! hot cha!) back weeks from now on the eve of classes in August. She'll do her best to post poems, the occasional meditation and weigh in when she can on what B. Von Traven has to say.

Here's Howard Nemerov being moody for today.



Blue Suburban


Out in the elegy country, summer evenings,
It used to be always six o'clock, or seven,
Where the fountain of the willow always wept
Over the lawn, where the shadows crept longer
But came no closer, where the talk was brilliant,
The laughter friendly, where they all were young
And taken by the darkness in surprise
That night should come and the small lights go on
In the lonely house down in the elegy country,
Where the bitter things were said and the drunken friends
Steadied themselves away in their courses
For industrious ruin or casual disaster
Under a handful of pale, permanent stars.

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