Mar/Apr 2016 • Vol. XXXVIII No. 2 Poetry |

Dutch Elm

I miss the elms, their "crowns of airy dreams," as Virgil calls them, their towering cathedral branching spread into a ceiling above the lonely sidewalks of Ohio where the first elm deaths were reported in America. I miss in particular the perspective looking down the distances of all those Elm-named streets disappearing into dusk, the last sun turned the stained blue of church windows. I miss standing there, letting the welcome dark make me invisible. I miss the birds starting to sleep, their talking in their songs becoming silent, then there's silence. I even miss not standing there. And I miss a life of nothing but such moments, as if they'd never happened and all you had to go on was their memory and the feeling in the memory forgotten but brought back again and again because you miss someone you loved forever.

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Stanley Plumly’s most recent book of poems is Orphan Hours (W.W. Norton, 2012). His collection Old Heart won the Los Angeles Times Book Prize and the Paterson Poetry Prize and was a finalist for the National Book Award. In 2015, his book of prose The Immortal Evening won the Truman Capote Prize for Literary Criticism. Plumly is a Distinguished University Professor at the University of Maryland. In 2010 he was elected to membership in the American Academy of Arts and Sciences.

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