(21 July 1899 - 2 July 1961 / Oak Park, Illinois)

Along With Youth

A porcupine skin,
Stiff with bad tanning,
It must have ended somewhere.
Stuffed horned owl
Pompous
Yellow eyed;
Chuck-wills-widow on a biased twig
Sooted with dust.
Piles of old magazines,
Drawers of boy's letters
And the line of love
They must have ended somewhere.
Yesterday's Tribune is gone
Along with youth
And the canoe that went to pieces on the beach
The year of the big storm
When the hotel burned down
At Seney, Michigan.

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Yesterday's Tribune is gone Along with youth great expression great 10++++++++++++++
Yesterday's Tribune is gone, Along with youth. Down the memory lane. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
Hemingway was great with novels, very good with short stories, and with poetry... Well, so far,66 people have given this poem a rating of 6.0 out of ten. You decide.
odd the things and the memories we collect as we journey on through life- it makes you wonder why some things stick in your mind.... perhaps because these things are personal metaphors for something else- -take that stuffed owl for instance... is it really a reminder of a stuffy souled woman who looks out upon the world with jaundiced eyes, always perceiving faults, prejudiced widow watching everybody's life and picking it apart...
A lamentation is expressed at the end of the poem.. And some memories are highly highlighter! great1
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