November 27, 2010

The Golden Hour

Ruminant, while firelight glows on shadowy walls
And dusk with the last leaves of autumn falls,
I hear my garden thrush whose note again
Tell stillness after hours of gusty rain.

Can I record tranquillity intense
With harmony of heart, -- experience
Like a rich memory's mind-lit monochrome?
Winged lovely moments, can I call you home?

This texture is to-day's.  Near as my mind
Each instant is; yet each reveals to me
November night-falls known a lifetime long;
And I've no need to travel far to find
This bird who from the leafless walnut tree
Sings like the world's farewell to sight and song.

--"November Dusk" by Siegfried Sassoon

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