Crow-Work by Eric Pankey
Two new books of poems have kept me company during the past week. Mature, accomplished, and in control of their individual artistic voices, both poets tend toward elegy, which is fine with me, in late August, as the current season is ushered off slowly by incoming autumn.
Rehearsal for an Elegy
Crows roost at dusk, disperse at dawn,
Lumber away as a noisy cortege.
After years of use the millstone is a mirror.
Behind dark chalk hutching,
Behind a shadow-land of pines,
The visible sky glows like bland paper.
If the past were honey
One could scrape it away
With the flat of a knife and be done with sweetness.