Twilight drivels down the mountain There below in slowly gathering shadow the lights come on lighted windows vague and yellow and very old The town is flecked with light except in the deep hollow where the graves sink down Hallowed and narrow the steeple rises under a copper fish swimming in final roselight The dutch elm bettle carries his little burden from tree to tree Somewhere a dog barks petulantly across a steel guitar Ah it is all extraordinarily nostalgic as people find who come from the city to fret beneath the police magistrate's famour hatrack that was the last caribou and now is a pity. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AQUATINT FRAMED IN GOLD by AMY LOWELL OLD MAN by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER PSALM 121 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO THE LADIES by MARY LEE CHUDLEIGH THE FISH, THE MAN, AND THE SPIRIT (COMPLETE) by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT ODE SUNG AT THE OPENING OF THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION by ALFRED TENNYSON THE DANUBE RIVER by C. HAMILTON AIDE CARCASSONNE (SUGGESTED BY LORD DUNSANY'S STORY) by BERTON BRALEY |