Poem-A-Day: Elders by Louise Bogan

Elders by Louise Bogan     At night the moon shakes the bright dice of the water; And the elders, their flower light as broken snow upon the bush, Repeat the circle of the moon. Within the month Black fruit breaks from the white flower. The black-wheeled berries turn Weighing the boughs over the road. There is no harvest. Heavy to withering, the black wheels bend Ripe for the mouths of chance lovers, Or birds.       Twigs show again in the quick cleavage of season and season.       The elders sag over the powdery road-bank,       As though they bore, and it were too much,       The seed of the year beyond the year.          Today's poem is in the public domain.  About This Poem Louise Bogan was loath to discuss her private life, and therefore skeptical of confessional poetry, preferring to write verse about subjects separate from the poet's identity.  Today is the anniversary of Louise Bogan's birth. Poetry by Bogan The Blue Estuaries (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1995)   Poem-A-Day Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-A-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on  weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Browse the Poem-A-Day Archive.   August 11, 2013 Louise Bogan was born in Livermore Falls, Maine, on August 11, 1897. As a writer, Bogan was known for tending to reject many of the trends of modernist poetry. She was a longtime poetry reviewer for The New Yorker, and was the 1959 recipient of the Academy of American Poets Fellowship. She died in 1970. Related Poems In a Blue Wood by Richard Levine Pastoral by Jennifer Chang Crossings by Ravi Shankar   Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.

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