For a long day and a night we read the names: Many thousand brothers fallen in the green and distant land . . . Sun going south after the autumn equinox. By night the vast moon: "Moon of the Falling Leaves"; Our voices hoarse in the cold of the first October rains. And the long winds of the season to carry our words away. The citizens go on about their business. By night sleepers condense in the houses grown cloudy with dreams. By day a few come to hear us and leave, shaking their heads Or cursing. On Sunday the moral animal prays in his church. It is Fall; but a host of dark birds flies toward the cold North. Thousands of dense black stones fall forever through the darkness under the earth. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT A SOLEMN MUSIC by JOHN MILTON THOUGHTS WHILE PACKING A TRUNK by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY SONNETS FOR PICTURES: A VENETIAN PASTORAL (BY GIOGIONE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 3 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY MY SOLITUDE by JAMES R. AGGELES TO HIS WIFE by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS |