Robinson Jeffers (Робинсон Джефферс)

October Evening

Male-throated under the shallow sea-fog

Moaned a ship’s horn quivering the shorelong granite.

Coyotes toward the valley made answer,

Their little wolf-pads in the dead grass by the stream

Wet with the young season’s first rain,

Their jagged wail trespassing among the steep stars.

What stars? Aldebaran under the dove-leash

Pleiades. I thought, in an hour Orion will be risen,

Be glad for summer is dead and the sky

Turns over to darkness, good storms, few guests, glad rivers.

1. Song of Quietness
2. Wonder and Joy
3. To Helen about Her Hair
4. The Place for No Story
5. The Day Is a Poem (September 19, 1939)

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