Twilight drivels down the mountain There below in slowly gathering shadow the lights come on lighted windows vague and yellow and very old The town is flecked with light except in the deep hollow where the graves sink down Hallowed and narrow the steeple rises under a copper fish swimming in final roselight The dutch elm bettle carries his little burden from tree to tree Somewhere a dog barks petulantly across a steel guitar Ah it is all extraordinarily nostalgic as people find who come from the city to fret beneath the police magistrate's famour hatrack that was the last caribou and now is a pity. 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...AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONNET TO THOSE WHO SEE BUT DARKLY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JAMES GARBER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MODERN PARAPHRASE OF SHAKESPEARE'S SONNET 29 by GEORGE SANTAYANA SURFACE AND STRUCTURE: BONAVENTURE HOTEL, LOS ANGELES by KAREN SWENSON |