Elegy in August Poem

Elegy in August Poem By Robert McDowell

Sleep, little sister, far from pain.
Water smooths out stones in the river
As memory calms the chaos
You left behind. Rest easy, sister,
Your babies are older than you ever were.
Even the stain will fade
When none are left to remember
The calls for help you never made.
After burning, blackberry bushes
Struggle up through ash, and love, resilient,
Blooms in all seasons, even for you,
Who suffered and could not tell what was right
As you hurled yourself, suddenly
Spiraling upward to darkness or light.

Elegy in August Poem

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