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Redeem the Time

8/14/2017

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Rachel Hadas' 1998 poem "The End of Summer" speaks to that time when the "sweet smell of phlox drifting across the lawn" portends an end to August and our confrontation that September--and Fall--are coming. How do we confront the loveliness and the work to be done as winter approaches? Poems like Hadas' remind us that "not light but language shocks us out of sleep" as she urges us to "redeem the time".

The End of Summer

Sweet smell of phlox drifting across the lawn--
​An early warning of the end of summer.
August is fading fast, and by September
the little purple flowers will all be gone. 

Season, project, and vacation done.
One more year in everybody’s life.
Add a notch to the old hunting knife
Time keeps testing with a horny thumb.

Over the summer months hung an unspoken
aura of urgency. In late July
galactic pulsings filled the midnight sky
like silent screaming, so that, strangely woken, 

we looked at one another in the dark,
then at the milky magical debris
arcing across, dwarfing our meek mortality.
There were two ways to live: get on with work, 

redeem the time, ignore the imminence
of cataclysm; or else take it slow,
be as tranquil as the neighbors’ cow
we love to tickle through the barbed wire fence
(she paces through her days in massive innocence,
or, seeing green pastures, we imagine so). 

In fact, not being cows, we have no choice.
Summer or winter, country, city, we
are prisoners from the start and automatically,
hemmed in, harangued by the one clamorous voice.
​

Not light but language shocks us out of sleep
ideas of doom transformed to meteors
we translate back to portents of the wars
looming above the nervous watch we keep.

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1/20/2020 06:15:23 pm

In all fairness, Rachel Hadas' style of writing her poem is kind of unique and I admire for such style because she owns it. Hopefully, she will wrote more poems and develop her style because a lot of people have been wanting to see different styles from her because they know that she can do it. "The End of Summer" may not be one of the most emotional poems a person can ever read, but it will leave an impact in your mind.

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