Saturday, June 8, 2019

"June in the Suburbs"

I heard a poem in a podcast but it doesn't seem to be anywhere online - nowhere. I took a chance and ordered a collection of the poet's work from another library, and bingo!

June in the Suburbs

Not with a whimper but a roar
Of birth and bloom this month commences.
The wren's a gossip at her door.
Roses explode along the fences.

By day the chattering mowers cope
With grass decreed a final winner.
Darkness delays. The skipping rope
Twirls in the driveway after dinner.

Through lupine-lighted borders now
For winter bones Dalmatians forage.
Costly, the spray on apple bough.
The canvas chair comes out of storage;

And rose-red golfers dream of par,
And class-bound children loathe their labors,
While pilgrims, touring gardens, are
Cold to petunias of their neighbors.

Now from damp loafers nightly spills
The sand. Brides lodge their list with Plummer.
And cooks devise on charcoal grills
The first burnt offerings of summer.

- by Phyllis McGinley


  1. oh lovely!!! am quite intrigued by this description of her as proud of being a housewife poet...!
    I think I found a new poet-hero, thank you!

    1. You're welcome! I guess she fell out of favor after the rise of feminism, but her works are charming, I think.

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    1. I ordered a used copy of this book so I can take my time with it.