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...THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOMESTIC SONG by DAVID IGNATOW EVERYBODY KNOWS by DAVID IGNATOW GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL REINFORCEMENTS by MARIANNE MOORE |