An agitation of the air, <br />A perturbation of the light <br />Admonished me the unloved year <br />Would turn on its hinge that night. <br /> <br />I stood in the disenchanted field <br />Amid the stubble and the stones <br />Amaded, while a small worm lisped to me <br />The song of my marrow-bones. <br /> <br />Blue poured into summer blue, <br />A hawk broke from his cloudless tower, <br />The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew <br />That part of my life was forever over. <br /> <br />Already the iron door of the North <br />Clangs open: birds,leaves,snows <br />Order their populations forth, <br />And a cruel wind blows.<br /><br />Stanley Kunitz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/end-of-summer/
