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Friday, August 21, 2015

Poetry Friday - End of Summer

I'm sad to report that summer has officially been over for me for at least two weeks. However, that melancholy is always replaced by the joy of welcoming new students. 

Today I'm sharing a poem by Stanley Kunitz.

End of Summer
by Stanley Kunitz

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.



I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Catherine at Reading to the Core. Happy poetry Friday friends! 

2 comments:

  1. I wasn't there, but Monday my daughter sent a text that it was about 60 degrees in Denver, cold front coming in. We will have more warm weather but weather-wise, Kunitz wrote it well: "Already the iron door of the north
    Clangs open: birds, leaves, snows
    Order their populations forth,
    And a cruel wind blows." Not quite cruel, but on its way. I read more into the poem, about aging perhaps, an illness, but maybe it is just about the end of a season. Best wishes to you, Tricia, in this beginning of your year.

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    1. Hi Linda,
      With a birthday coming up, this sounded a lot like aging to me too! But I get the "disenchanted field." Everything just feels different as summer makes its way to fall.
      I may bemoan summer, but I never tire of the first day of school. When I lose the excitement, then I'll know it's time to hang it up.

      Best to you!

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