should I weep for this
gull meets with his image on
the winter water
All day I have thought of her
There is nothing left of that year
(There is sere-grass
Salt colored)
We have annulled it with
Salt
We have galled it clean to the clay with that one autumn
The hedge-rows keep the rubbish and the leaves
There is nothing left of that year in our lives but the leaves of it
As though it had not been at all
As though the love the love and the life altered
Even ourselves are as strangers in these thoughts
Why should I weep for this?
What have I brought her?
Of sorrow of sorrow of sorrow her heart full
The gull
Meets with his image on the winter water.
Autumn as published in The Collected poems by Archibald MacLeish, Houghton Mifflin, Boston, 1917.
Still sunny.
Bright sunshine.
Still wet.
Splashing waves.
Still sandy.
Lots and lots of sand at the beach.
But cold.
But …
But the promise of summer, summer sunshine.
The gull meets his image on the winter water.
I can’t, I won’t weep for this.
No Haiku For You 