Suddenly, there's nothing to do and too much— the lawn, paths, woods were never so green white blossoms of every size and shape—hydrangea, Chinese dogwood, mock orange spill their glistening— Inside, your photographs and books stand guard in orderly array. Your half of the bed is smooth, the pillows plump, the phone just out of reach beyond it. No one calls early—they remember your late hours. The shades are down, so sunlight's held at bay though not the fabulous winged song of summer birds waking me as ever, always in our favorite room, our season. Yesterday's mail on the desk newspaper, unread. Plans for the day hover bright out all our doors— Don't think of evening.
From Fierce Day by Rose Styron. Copyright © 2015 by Rose Styron. Reprinted by permission of the author.
Rose Styron is a poet, journalist, translator, and international human rights activist. She has traveled widely for Amnesty International and other human rights organizations, chairing AIUSA’s National Advisory Council, PEN’s Freedom to Write Committee, and the RFK Human Rights Award. In 2009 and 2010 Ms. Styron was a resident fellow at Harvard’s Institute of Politics and its Carr Center for Human Rights. Recently she has written introductions to Letters to My Father (Lousiana State University Press) and The Selected Letters of William Styron (Random House), which she also edited. With Meryl Streep, she cochairs Poetry & the Creative Mind on stage at Lincoln Center on behalf of the Academy of American Poets each April. She has published four volumes of poetry, the most recent of which is Fierce Day (Friesen Press).
Date Published: 2018-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/summer-solstice