Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Autumn. A Mixed Music

Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Autumn. A Mixed Music

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Believe me, I would sooner speak true - And not of the leaves as the once-green

accomplices that, failing, I shall most miss now, October,

and how they sang to me like water, singing what was often enough

loss, eventually, into choruses of Something is lost, Something is still

gainable: You who call yourself hunter, never lay your bow down.

When was it all dreaming became the one dream: myself on the pier safe again, waving and

still waving, the body at last separate - a vessel steerable, but no longer

my hand steering - and impossibly shackled to it,

that god whose best trick is to proffer madness as a balm so sweet, who wouldn't

pick it up, who wouldn't slather, in it, his own body - Hypnotic - Ah,

well.... October. And all the leaves not failing - merely filling out entire that space marked "Being Leaves."

And all the lives they covered, laid bare now, finding elsewhere to hide, to continue

variously toward an end that comes always, however much a small other thing beneath, standing

for Yes, inevitably, but not yet, there is still a distance continues. …

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