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.
 

Stanley Kunitz, “End of Summer” from The Collected Poems of Stanley Kunitz. Copyright © 1953 by Stanley Kunitz.  Reprinted by permission of W. W. Norton & Company, Inc.



Source: The Collected Poems of Stanley Kunitz (W. W. Norton and Company, Inc., 2002) 

 
Have a favorite line? 
Mine: “Blue poured into summer blue” 
 
 
 
 
Tiny House on the Hill

Are you a member of our {tiny} community?

 

Sign up for the latest posts and updates, PLUS receive my FREE pocket-size publication,

10 Tiny Prayers That Offer Great Hope.

 I hate spam! Your personal information is safe and will never be shared.

You have Successfully Subscribed!

Pin It on Pinterest