Midsummer - Robert Fitzgerald

[Larry Robinson]

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The adolescent night, breath of the town,   
Porchswings and whispers, maple leaves unseen   
Deploying moonlight quieter than a man dead   
After the locust’s song. These homes were mine   
And are not now forever, these on the steps   
Children I think removed to many places, 
Lost among hushed years, and so strangely known. 

This business is well ended. If in the dark 
The firefly made his gleam and sank therefrom,   
Yet someone’s hand would have him, the wet grass   
Bed him no more. From corners of the lawn 
The dusk-white dresses flutter and are past. 
Before our bed time there were things to say,   
Remembering tree-bark, crickets, and the first star… 

After, and as the sullenness of time 
Went on from summer, here in a land alien   
Made I my perfect fears and flower of thought:   
Sleep being no longer swift in the arms of pain,   
Revisitations are convenient with a cough,   
And there is something I would say again   
If I had not forever, if there were time.

	- Robert Fitzgerald
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