Autumn Magic
Reading edition
Soon as divine September, flushing from sea to sea, Peers from the whole wide upland into eternity, Soft as an exhalation, ghosts of the thistle start: Never a poet saw them but ached in his baffled heart. Gossamer armies rising thicker than snowflakes fall, Waken in blood and marrow, aware of the unheard call. Oh, what a nameless urging through avenues laid in air, Hints of escape, unbodied, intricate, everywhere, Sense of a feared denial, or access hard to be won; Gleams of a dubious gesture for guesses to feed upon! Flame goes flying in heaven, the down on the cool hillside: Earth is a bride-veil glory to show and conceal the Bride.