Oh, Rich Autumn!
Heir
Josephine Miles
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This gray board fence turns
blue in the evening light
And the sycamores reign down
upon it their diadems,
And blue and green batter in
wood and stems
The stems of light
Their green and golden
gems.
At once, out of a million
years of energy,
All turn to flesh,—board,
gate, and branch—
With that quick sunset
wrench
Which seems like chance,
Out of the fashion of an
entropy.
If then the flesh is yours, as
now it is,
I have lost yard, sunset, and
all
Into a mild greeting, and I
call
The sunset to your thought, to
tell it is
Parent apparent to your rich
apparel.
August 1954
-from
Poetry Magazine
October 2012
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