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Autumn Leaves
volume 6 number 7
Autumn Leaves volume 6 number 7 |
She falls
within my bookish dreams,
my nod and
doze
and far away
like distant thunder's
stormy rain.
Asleep herself
I feel her fall
and weep and
wonder
at the call
of stormy islands in the South
while night is
like
the books I close
in numbness
and transcendent pain
...they call to Her
and me as well
like shadows from
the Earth's deep center,
those spirits from a pagan hell
which haunt the
poem
and form the clay.
In three short months
three times she fell
as if to
pass
that dim recess and mouth
from which dreams cast their spell.
I
tremble at the hopeless thought
that in my yawns
and
dispensations
everything I ever loved
finds reason
to be wandering
away...!
