Don't know what is that has allowed 'elegy' to occupy both ends of the pendulum's swing with equal presentation. Comming forth from the poignancies of old (Gray hence) it is easy, for me anyway, to use Auden's Ballad of Miss Gee as a mid-fulcrum poem that allows the emotional modulations and irony of a poem such as this to wear the word 'elegy' so very well in the received autumnal weathers associated with the elegaic. I do, however, rue the that we have been so tainted by the anti-hero style of emotional response to all the Miss, and Mr., Calicos around us. Indeed, if one is enamored of the 'fate' concept, then this anti-hero mode can take root in us as individuals, at which the oils and rainbows of life are stunted.

'goldenrod grave': is this some sort of ante sexual feint of sarcasm directed at the 'screwin' life hands us, or does it merely reenforce the poem's language of grim chills that establish a sense of resignation in progress, or do those terms merely suggest the poor-kempt of a burial site lacking even a mid-haute in the disposition of such matters?; are these even real questions? Shows, among all its other fine qualities, that in a poem all's well that lends well.

"..or so I remember, or so I say." THE greatest psychological freedom we have. Not an excuse, not a begging validation, just an is-ness that serves to allow us to retain at least the image of fallen leaf - from April on - and the river that stole it away with a silence that mind can winnow, and heart keep as heart is wont to do..

Gotta go.

Thanks to all for reading this nano 'critique'.

To Mr. Gallimore, hats off.

Carpe Verve all.