Wampum and Old Gold

A collection of poems written in the wake of the Great War, when a generation tried to speak what words could barely hold. Hervey Allen turns to wampum, the sacred beads of Indigenous peoples carried forward as living memory, and old gold, the precious metal that survives any collapse. The poems move through loss, love, and the landscapes that witnessed both, finding meaning in what persists when everything else burns. This is not nostalgic verse but something harder: language shaped by grief, made into artifact, offered forward. The title itself is a promise - these poems are what remains, what endures, what matters when the accounting is done.