Summer Nights

Portrait of Deborah Ager
Deborah Ager 1976–

Lamoni, Iowa

The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with the tall man

whom I didn't love, I would wander the streets, dreaming of Italy. Trekking the handful of avenues

with him, he would say look there between pink cobblestones, there's manure like mortar.

The sweet smell of it Wednesday nights, the night before auction, when the misery of cows greets me

heading home through town. Lake quiets, tired of my lies. When will I tell truths again?

The siren. My love is home. Nights, we stay in and X the days.

Summer Nights: analysis

Introduction

This poem is set in Lamoni, Iowa, a small town marked by a factory siren and a cattle auction. The speaker remembers living with "the tall man" she did not love. She walked the few streets dreaming of Italy while he pointed out manure between the cobblestones.

The poem moves between that past and a present in which she admits to lies. It ends with "My love" at home and nights spent crossing off days. It is a quiet poem about restlessness, honesty and time passing in a narrow place.

Summary

The poem opens with a place name set on its own line. It reads like a heading. It locates everything that follows in Lamoni, Iowa.

A factory siren tells workers it is time to go home. It tells them the evening has begun. The speaker then starts a memory of living "with the tall man."

She did not love him, she says. She would wander the streets of the town. As she walked, she dreamed of Italy.

She walked the "handful of avenues" with him too. He would point and say look there. Between "pink cobblestones" lies "manure like mortar."

The smell of the manure is sweet on Wednesday nights. Those are the nights before the auction. Then "the misery of cows" greets her.

She is heading home through the town. The lake goes quiet, "tired of my lies." She asks when she will tell truths again.

The siren sounds once more, and "My love is home." At night the two of them stay in. They "X the days."

Themes and meaning

One theme is the gap between dream and place. The speaker dreams "of Italy" while walking a town of a "handful of avenues." The man beside her shows her manure in the cobblestones. Her romance and his plain eye for the ground pull in opposite directions.

A second theme is honesty. Line 15 speaks of "my lies," and line 16 asks, "When will I tell truths again?" The poem does not say what the lies are. They may concern the man she "didn't love," or the way she lives in the town. The question shows a speaker uneasy with herself.

A third theme is time and routine. The siren opens and nearly closes the poem. It tells people when the day ends. The last line has the couple "X the days," as on a calendar. Readers can take this as counting down to an escape or simply marking time.

A fourth theme is shared confinement. The cows waiting for auction carry a "misery" that "greets" her. Their fate quietly mirrors her own sense of being held in place.

Tone

The tone is wistful and restless. Dreaming "of Italy" in a small Iowa town carries a soft longing. The word "Trekking" makes a short walk sound weary and long.

Irony enters with the "sweet smell" of manure. The speaker finds a kind of fondness in what is unpleasant. It is the nearest the poem comes to affection for the town.

In the sixth stanza the tone turns guilty and searching. The lake is "tired of my lies," and the question in line 16 sounds sincere. The close is flat and ambiguous. "My love is home" can sound warm or resigned, and the crossed-off days keep the ending uncertain.

Form and structure

The poem has 18 lines in seven stanzas. A one-line place heading comes first, then five tercets, then a closing couplet. It is free verse with no regular metre. Lines run from four to thirteen syllables. There is no end rhyme.

The only matching line ending is the word "home", near the start and again in the closing couplet, each time beside the siren. That return frames the poem. Several sentences run across stanza breaks, such as "the tall man" into "whom I didn't love." The enjambment gives the poem a drifting, unsettled movement.

Poetic devices

Personification line 2
The factory siren tells workers The siren speaks like a boss. It shows how the town's time is ruled from outside its people.
Enjambment line 4
When living with the tall man The sentence breaks across the stanza before the admission that she did not love him. The pause delays and sharpens the confession.
Contrast line 6
dreaming of Italy Italy stands for beauty and elsewhere. It sets her inner life against the plain town around her.
Simile line 10
manure like mortar Manure fills the gaps like the cement between bricks. The repeated m sound also makes the comparison stick.
Irony line 11
The sweet smell of it Calling manure sweet is unexpected. It suggests the town has become familiar, even dear, despite itself.
Personification line 13
the misery of cows greets me The cows' suffering meets her like a person. It links their captivity to her own feeling of being held.
Personification line 15
Lake quiets, tired of my lies. The lake seems weary of her. Nature becomes a silent witness to her dishonesty.
Rhetorical question line 16
When will I tell truths again? The only question in the poem. It turns the poem inward and admits a moral unease.
Repetition line 17
The siren. The siren of line 2 returns. It closes the circle of the day and of the poem.
Symbol line 18
X the days Crossing off days on a calendar can stand for waiting, endurance or a countdown. The poem does not say which.

Words worth knowing

Trekking
Making a long or hard journey on foot. Used of a few short streets, it is wry.
mortar
The paste of lime or cement that binds bricks or stones together.
auction
Here a livestock sale, where the cows are sold.
X
Used as a verb, to mark each day with an X, as when crossing days off a calendar.

What readers have said

  • Steve found the poem disjointed and full of contradictions, asking how the man she did not love fits with "My love is home" and what the lake's tiredness means. Steve, 2005
  • Ed read the poem as wanting more time with her partner, took the lake as her mind growing still, and wondered if the factory might be a slaughterhouse. Ed, 2005
  • Armand argued that the few avenues say more about the couple's relationship than about the town's actual streets. Armand, 2006
  • Heather was unimpressed, saying the poem needed more work and more energy. heather, 2005

This analysis was drafted from the poem’s text, the records of American Poems and the readers’ comments. Every quotation and line number was checked against the poem, scanned for unsupported claims, and the editor read and revised it before publication. Facts about the poet’s life appear only when a source is given. Corrections are welcome through the contact page.

Revised in October 2026.

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  1. Steve United States

    The poem Summer Nights is difficult to read. The story is disjointed and seems to be filled with contradictions. I counted at least half a dozen. example:(" ... whom I didnt love" - " my love is at home.") ( We Walk the streets...My Love is at home??? ) ok ..is she with a mysterious lover? or is he, the tall man, in two places at the same time???etc.. Lake Quiets, tired of my lies.???what does that mean?? what are her lies? and why would her life style or choices affect the lake??? I do not personally like the clipped editing for the sake of rhythm. Not sure what the point of the poem is .. not focused or clear..definitely not one of her stronger pieces...

  2. Desiree' Jamison United States

    I really enjoyed this style of writing!Your style seems 2 speak of personal encounters,and I like that!!!

  3. Lyndsey United States

    I personally think that this poem is the best out of all the ones shown except for The Lake. These two poems that I have mentioned are the best.

  4. Krystal Hardaway United States

    You have some talent in making something bad sound good well your a great poet don't let anyone tell you your not.
    -Krystal(age 16)

  5. IrisMunoz United States

    I really iove all your poems dont stop writting ok i really liked the lake

  6. heather United States

    Well, I've actually read better poetry than this. She needs to put a little more work into the poems she writes. I think it may be better if she would write poems with more energy in them. She could do better.

  7. raja India

    your poem is very super. i like very much... every word important to our life....
    by
    s.raja.

  8. Ed United States

    I would say it is about wanting more time with her better half and the line about lake is speaking figuatively of her mind...aka
    mind grows still... tired of the chaos.
    I wonder if the factory isn't actually a cattle slaughterhouse and so she has second thoughts about what her man does for a living too...hmmmm

    -Eddy

  9. Armand

    This poem is great! Relationships and feelings about them are complex thing that are hard to write about. In writing about things like " the few avenues", she is saying more about the nature of the couple that the actual streets of the town. I enjoy that kind of subtelty.

    Amore, Armand

  10. ashraf dossoki ali Egypt

    dear
    I read your poetry , its very sensetive , express the contembrary life tired , me as a poet, and my friend ahmed hanafi _is a poet too _ who read this verse , we felt that you write what we want to say , but you can say that you said what we want
    congratulation keep in touch

  11. Julius United States

    I LIKE MONKEYS AND POEMS AND I LIKE POEMS ABOUT MONKEYS AND I THINK U SHOULD MAKE ONE CUZ.. I LIKE MONKEYs....... AND CHOCALATE MILK!! POeMs rUlE!!!!

  12. melanie

    What on Earth? How does manure smell sweet???

  13. Ben Guatemala

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    My poem is:I would like to be a baker,So i could eat lots of yummy cakes.I would like to be a swimmer,So i could swim ascros some lakes.I would like to be a soldier,So i could save somebodys life.I would like to be a vicar,So could make you man and wife.I would like to be a policeman,So i could put teachers in jail.I would like to be a postman,So i could deliver your mail.I would like to be a model,So i could go on the catwalk.I would like to be a tourist,So i could go to New York. That was my poem that i did i hope you enjoyed it

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