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The web content is a reflective villanelle poem titled "How We Let Nostalgia Fool Us," which contrasts the simplicity of the past with the complexities of the present, while questioning the authenticity of nostalgia.

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The poem "Villanelle 3*" by Gae Polisner, titled "How We Let Nostalgia Fool Us," evokes a sense of nostalgia for a seemingly simpler time when children played until dark, guided by the sky and the sound of bells, rather than modern technology like text messages. It recalls shared national moments like the mourning of Martin Luther King Jr.'s assassination and the election of leaders who stoke fear and resentment. The poem juxtaposes the progress in social issues such as gay marriage and equal rights against the backdrop of a burgeoning arms trade and environmental exploitation by corporations. It suggests that nostalgia can be deceptive, masking the darker aspects of the past and present. The poem is structured in a repetitive A1 b A2 pattern, emphasizing the cyclical nature of history and memory.

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The author reflects on the past with a mix of fondness and a critical eye, acknowledging both the innocence of childhood memories and the societal issues that were present.
There is a sense of disillusionment with the way nostalgia can gloss over the negative aspects of history, such as the impact of large corporations and the proliferation of weapons.
The poem implies a critique of contemporary political leadership, referring to an "orange monster" who

Villanelle 3*

How We Let Nostalgia Fool Us

Remember when we roamed till darkness fell

The clouds blue-gray against dusk’s deep relief

No texts to bring us home, just sky and bell

We mourned together MLK’s death knell

We wept together with the Indian Chief

(remember when we roamed till darkness fell?)

A country ripe with progress (Exxon, Shell)

Collective minds asked only, “Where’s the beef?”

No texts to bring us home, just sky and bell

Gay marriage, equal rights, our hearts did swell

fear, resentment brewing underneath

Remember when we roamed till darkness fell?

The author’s father arriving home from Viet Nam, author’s own photo

Weapons, guns — you buy? Okay, we sell

From bully pulpit,

orange monster, he did creep

(No texts to bring us home, just sky and bell)

Asleep, the corporations wrought their hell

(Nostalgia, such a trickster, such a thief)

Remember when we roamed till darkness fell?

No texts to bring us home, just sky and bell.

*written in A1 b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2.

Gae is the author of several novels for readers of all ages, though shelved as tween and young adult. You can read more about her and her books at gaepolisner.com