November
He has hanged himself — the Sun.
He dangles
A scarecrow in thin air.
He is dead for love — the Sun;
He who in forest tangles
Wooed all things fair.
That great lover — the Sun,
Now spangles
The woods with blood-stains.
He has hanged himself — the Sun.
How thin he dangles
In these gray rains!
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F.W. Harvey (1888-1957)
from Farewell, 1921
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]
F.W. Harvey biography
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