20 September 2012

Equinox

 Leaving September



If I have once forgotten on this field
The long light of the dusk, or far away


The sheep on tawny grass, how stones will yield
Small bitter puffballs, or a cricket stay


To wring wry tunes from emptiness and dearth,
Let me remember; let me hold them now

Close to the heart--while I upon the earth
Am the stone field and pain the heavy plow.




Not in wide measures is the harvest culled;
Not by disaster nor by cutting hail



 
 
Is the loss seen, the grief is somewhat dulled--
Being done at last. Ours is a different scale--
Leaving September stars and a little smoke
And memory tight as a lichen to an oak.
--Loren Eiseley


 

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