THE acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear Everything, tear-trembling stars of autumn And the snore of the night in my ear. For suddenly, flush-fallen, All my life, in a rush Of shedding away, has left me Naked, exposed on the bush. I, on the bush of the globe, Like a newly-naked berry, shrink Disclosed: but I also am prowling As well in the scents that slink Abroad: I in this naked berry Of flesh that stands dismayed on the bush; And I in the stealthy, brindled odours Prowling about the lush And acrid night of autumn; My soul, along with the rout, Rank and treacherous, prowling, Disseminated out. For the night, with a great breath intaken, Has taken my spirit outside Me, till I reel with disseminated consciousness, Like a man who has died. At the same time I stand exposed Here on the bush of the globe, A newly-naked berry of flesh For the stars to probe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 41. YA HASIB by EDWIN ARNOLD EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 10. BLIND LOVE by PHILIP AYRES HYMN TO CONTENT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CAN YOU HEAR IT? by THERESA DRULEY BLACK ODE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA ON THE DEATH OF REV. LEVI PARSONS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |