“In the Hills” by Elizabeth T. Gray, Jr.

it rains us silver
into the gored lane

and I disintegrate you there
thinning among birches

coolly you rise
and set myself on fire

we love myself sparingly
and we carry the loss of me
to a last incline
without flare or fondness
whether we are early or beauty

Appeared in Little Star Journal #4, 2013
Part of a book of poems centered in South India that will appear from Four Way Books in spring 2015

Elizabeth T. Gray, Jr.ELIZABETH T. GRAY JR. is a poet, translator, and corporate consultant. Her work has
appeared in The Kenyon Review Online, The Harvard Review, The Beloit Poetry Journal [Chad Walsh Prize 2012], AGNI, The Cortland Review, Ploughshares, Provincetown Arts, and elsewhere. The Green Sea of Heaven, translations of classical Persian poet Hafiz-i Shirazi (d.1389) was published in 1995. A Best New Poet of 2012, she was also nominated for a Pushcart Prize. An as-yet-untitled book of poems is forthcoming from Four Way Books in 2015. She holds a B. A. and J. D. from Harvard, and an M. F. A. from Warren Wilson College.  www.elizabethtgrayjr.com.