October wind pounds mountainsides of aspen, the whole forest a library exploding in slow mo. Seems the wind’s bellowing, Read fast, fools! Everything scrawled on these flying- falling leaves pertains to you.
Thanks for sending me this fine, leafy "volume" illustrating once again that poetry is in fact a vast lending library; in this case, I think you gave Mother Nature a better read!
Astyanax ................................................ Now that you are leaving, now that the day of payment dawns, now that no one knows whom he will kill and how he will die, take with you the boy who saw the light under the leaves of that plane-tree and teach him to study the trees.
Kenosha Pass
ReplyDeleteOctober wind pounds
mountainsides of aspen,
the whole forest a library
exploding in slow mo.
Seems the wind’s
bellowing, Read fast,
fools! Everything
scrawled on these
flying- falling leaves
pertains to you.
Thanks for sending me this fine, leafy "volume" illustrating once again that poetry is in fact a vast lending library; in this case, I think you gave Mother Nature a better read!
ReplyDeleteLove these leaves (filed among the inner litterae, in that sanctum of the fallen yet unforgotten):
ReplyDelete...chill gust settles
The question once
And for all and...
(gust/quest contains such an interesting mixup of levels and dimensions of the poetic)
Astyanax
ReplyDelete................................................
Now that you are leaving, now that the day
of payment
dawns, now that no one knows
whom he will kill and how he will die,
take with you the boy who saw the light
under the leaves of that plane-tree
and teach him to study the trees.
--George Seferis, from Mythistorema.
Thank you for loving these leaves, Tom.