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ALL HALLOWS' EVE
In the great silence of my favorite month,
October(the red of maples,the bronze of oaks,
A clear-yellow leaf here and there on birthes),
I celebrated the standstill of time.
The vast country of the dead had its beginning everywhere:
At the ture of a tree-lined alley,across park lawns.
But I did not have to enter,I was not called yet.
Motorboats pulled up on the river bank,paths in pine needles.
It was getting dark early,no lights on the other side.
I was going to attend the ball of ghosts and witches.
A delegation would appear there in masks and wigs,
And dance,unrecognized,in the chorus of the living.
South Hadley,1985 |
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