Posted by: Sue J | July 8, 2009

Wednesday Poetry Break: Ahh Summer!

Heard on today’s Writer’s Almanac:

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.

– Howard Nemerov


Responses

  1. Yes, one friend that can not hold their liquor can put a damper for all on the weekend party.

  2. I especially love the line:

    For industrious ruin or casual disaster

  3. I think that’s what caught me also.


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