Magazine | March 6, 2017, Issue

Poetry

IMAGE

Between the sunset and the window shade,

The maple leaves were quaking in the wind.

I saw the shaken shadows that they made

As if in fear — as if they were afraid

That soon a palling dark was coming on,

And that their shadows, trembling and unpinned,

Cast on translucency, would, in one black,

Fade fast and disappear. Then they were gone

In fact, and, I could see, would not be back,

No matter what the wind did, come the dawn.

Len Krisak is an American poet. He has taught at Brandeis, Northeastern University, and Stonehill College.

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