Summer Camp: Wane

Poetry for May 1951

VOL. LXXVII NO. 2

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five poems

SUMMER CAMP: WANE

HE peripatetic stars without any longer

T Their easeful hair;

The steppers over

The pepperwood.

Oh the people all are sleeping

Together as in a waltz.

Under the trees in cots

They idle their engines,

Away to the Hayward Hill the cars in pairs

Rise to a roar, wail -

Loose the wild country gone through:

Western billboard and buffalo

Leave to its fences.

And all night long without motor

The stars on the move:

Calypso, Juno, Gemini,

The former tenants, gone and handless -

Moved by the scenery movers and unvaulted

As seeds out of a new summer.

That pied priest who comes out of

Anything tearing its autumn up,

Wreaking its colors,

Is shaking his sleeves, is here.