November / F.W. Harvey

    
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]


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