Wednesday, 31 August 2011

End of Summer




















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.

End of Summer a poem by Stanley Kunitz from The Collected Poems of Stanley Kunitz.

2 comments:

Asha said...

Beautiful. And I had just posted this yesterday :) - http://whilethereisstilltime.blogspot.com/2011/08/september.html

Anvita Lakhera said...

Thanks :)