November, Beginning and Ending With Yeats (Thanks to Katarina for the inspiration)

"Surely some revelation is at hand."

Last night a shimmering stipple

Of frost across the north windows

And now in the early morning light

It drips from eaves and pine boughs,

The feathered edges of cedar shingles

And the brown-needled limb-tips

Curling in the cold like the wings

Of the huddled doves lifting a little

Before they fall to the scattered seeds.

From the hill still dark except where

There is frost-moss on stones, birdsong

Brief and brittle, breaking in mid-note.

For days ragged echelons of raucous geese

Passed over, and today one, circling, silent.

All distance deepens, but our desire too

Is a dimension and we come to its limits.

"Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold."





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2012-11-04 at 16:43

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I can add nothing to what the others have said, except bravo! Ansel Adams, with his giant camera, could provide images of nature which were more finely detailed than a human eye can see. You poems are like that for me.
2012-11-09


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
No one can brushstroke a word scene lik you can, Fog... No one!
Simply magnificent!

Joe
2012-11-06



Amazing the clarity of perception you exhibit, all senses attuned on this frosty morning. Word perfect. The touch of Yeats is the gild that is wanted.
2012-11-06


Rob Graber
"Second Coming": a huge fave of mine, taken here in an interesting direction (rather far from "somewhere in the desert")!
2012-11-05


Katarina Wikholm
Flattered pink that my poem inspired yours, and I like Yeats, too, particularly the poem you cited.
You do nature poetry very well, but the last six lines before the Yeats quote are wonderful, with the brittle birdsong and the single goose, fading into a coda on the human condition.
2012-11-04