Poem-A-Day: Donald Revell, Gihon

	August 6, 2012 Today's poem is copyright © 2012 by Donald Revell. Used with permission of the author. More from this author Other Revell Poems Election Year My Mojave Vietnam Epic Treatment Virgil Watched Them You can unsubscribe from our Poem-A-Day emails at at anytime—either completely, or until next April. Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane Suite 901 New York, NY 10038 212-274-0343 academy@poets.org		Gihon by Donald Revell They all wore little hats Vermont that  I Can see, the river its coronet Of yellow beetles—crawling, Flying—the flowers wearing The river for a hat. I can see that When I stand alone Upon this acre as now Sober and living, the same, the same. They wore: Hats. They are not dead, John and Johnny and John, Which is a fine name for a river, Only gone. Having death out of the way, The ill-fitting suicide discarded, Pajama-like, on imaginary sand: Good, good. We stand. Share Digg StumbleUpon Facebook E-mail to Friend