THE SHORTEST DAY

PREMONITION AT TWILIGHT


Has come to rest. Darkness collects,


Broken limbs, the curious bird,


I had been going when I heard

I had been going but I stopped


The bird in place, the shadows dropped
As if they waited in the light
Before I came for centuries
For something I could never see;

And then the bird, and then the tree;
And then the force behind the breeze
Became at last the whole of me.
Philip Levine
from On The Edge © 1963
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