Chard deNiord
The guests were sitting at their tables
on the lawn, when suddenly I saw them rise
in a line and approach a door that opened
onto a field of clover and rye.
I was in awe of them, the way they stood
in the shadow of the door and sipped their wine.
The way they laughed and cried.
I watched a Cessna hum across the sky
as something that was there for a while
in the form of pure idea, as something
that would burn one day like straw.
I saw the endless line move along, move along,
pulling me in like a cloud, forgetting everything
as they passed beneath the high dark beam
of the door and were gone.
from the book IN MY UNKNOWING / University of Pittsburgh Press
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I wrote "Reception" at a wedding reception for a friend after most of the guests had left. It was a beautiful summer evening in southern Vermont. The sun was setting. A single engine plane was flying over a distant ridge. I started writing on a napkin with my back to the last few guests finishing their drinks on the terrace behind me. The newly wedded couple stood beneath a large white trellis. The trellis turned into a "high dark beam" in my poem and the guests an "endless line" passing beneath it. The "pull" of spectacular clouds and a small plane turned my poem away from what started out as an Epithalamion but turned insistently into an elegy. 
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