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
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