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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Elders

Louise Bogan

From “Beginning and End”

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.