End of Summer by Stanley Kunitz

[conuly]

An agitation of the air,
A perturbation of the light
Admonished me the unloved year
Would turn on its hinge that night.

I stood in the disenchanted field
Amid the stubble and the stones,
Amazed, while a small worm lisped to me
The song of my marrow-bones.

Blue poured into summer blue,
A hawk broke from his cloudless tower,
The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew
That part of my life was over.

Already the iron door of the north
Clangs open: birds, leaves, snows
Order their populations forth,
And a cruel wind blows.

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Comments

[minoanmiss]

*shivers delightedly*

[muninnhuginn]

Ooh, lovely.

[larryhammer]

Ooo, nice. :blatantly steals:

[med_cat]

Very fitting to the season, and new to me.

May I repost it to the greatpoetry comm?

[conuly]

Absolutely! I took it from a daily poem email

[med_cat]

Thank you! Posted.

https://greatpoetry.dreamwidth.org/3693045.html

[conuly]

BTW, I pretty much never remember to credit people, so I'll never complain if people steal without asking or don't credit me :)

[med_cat]

:))

[siderea]

Oo!

[madamoiselle_sambuca]

<3