November
Where, like ghosts of verdant days
Whispering down,
Leaves in the November haze
Drift and drown,
Stand two lovers, motionless
And apart
In their sturdy nakedness
Of the heart —
Two dark figures, side by side
In the mist,
Standing as though time had died
Since they kissed;
Whose deep roots, alive and sound
Blindly reach,
Mingling in the fertile ground
Each with each.
Pray that we, when gaunt and old,
Like bare trees
Through our common earth may hold
Close like these!
~~
Marjorie Allen Seiffert (1885-1970)
from Poetry, November 1917
[Poem is in the public domain in the United States]
Marjorie Allen Seiffert biography
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