The Dead Season
The dried land calls to me in a silent and precise
way
The blooming flowers and the sprinkled thorns
are jealous
And gray
Letting go of their springlike attributes they
follow the call
Standing there waiting, almost ridiculous
And gray
I did not ask to kill summer
I did not command the hiding of the snickering
sun
Yet the church bells ring dead
And the leaves surrender, almost ridiculous
And gray
Shall I court the moon, shall I persuade the
rain
Upon my return?
Autumn's a poets' season, but I'm having none
of it
I'd rather the Great One crack and split
Releasing monstrous thunder upon a crooked
grin
But, powerless, I'd succumb, almost ridiculous
And gray
Dead season, dead poetics, dead souls
Where's reason, where the risks, where's my
role?
Shall I conquer the land and stand victorious
Upon my return?
One will say, I'm almost ridiculous
And gray
And the leaves burn
Alas, it is all I can say and do
Writing about the sun, death and the lone
cuckoo
So good day, it is, and good night
Sleep well, sleep well, my dears, most of all
Good night, sleep well
If at all
way
The blooming flowers and the sprinkled thorns
are jealous
And gray
Letting go of their springlike attributes they
follow the call
Standing there waiting, almost ridiculous
And gray
I did not ask to kill summer
I did not command the hiding of the snickering
sun
Yet the church bells ring dead
And the leaves surrender, almost ridiculous
And gray
Shall I court the moon, shall I persuade the
rain
Upon my return?
Autumn's a poets' season, but I'm having none
of it
I'd rather the Great One crack and split
Releasing monstrous thunder upon a crooked
grin
But, powerless, I'd succumb, almost ridiculous
And gray
Dead season, dead poetics, dead souls
Where's reason, where the risks, where's my
role?
Shall I conquer the land and stand victorious
Upon my return?
One will say, I'm almost ridiculous
And gray
And the leaves burn
Alas, it is all I can say and do
Writing about the sun, death and the lone
cuckoo
So good day, it is, and good night
Sleep well, sleep well, my dears, most of all
Good night, sleep well
If at all