VERSE:
Brennan, Joseph Payne
JOSEPH PAYNE BRENNAN
THE CLOSER LIGHT
Autumn enters like a blade of ice;
the extraneous ebbs away, the marginal dims.
I no longer look through leaves; naked twigs etch black designs; leaves lie...
...a reckoning is written on the wind...
...In this sudden distance, merciless light, Time itself is shorn of true dimensions...
...leaves lie underfoot...
...JOSEPH PAYNE BRENNAN THE CLOSER LIGHT Autumn enters like a blade of ice...
...it spreads with the day, chill, comfortless...
...All things are seen in closer light...
...Voices of the dead, subdued but clear, rise up from earth and murmur in my ear.n my ear...
...amorphous concepts shrink to solid cores...
...A cold and bitter clarity, comes down the sky...
...At certain hours, the day seems savage...
Vol. 102 • August 1975 • No. 11
