This poem is taken from PN Review 69, Volume 16 Number 1, September - October 1989.
Two PoemsConfrontation
On the cliff edge,
Accepting autumn: no more drawn
Down to the high, impetuous tide.
The twenty-first of September,
At day's end.
Stricken by sunset, trying the life's
Evening mood, what equinox brings
Of change, surmise
And, between crimsons, the angry greys.
Everything happened
Where the work was caught
In the excited hand.
Insight, the holy messages,
Arrogant craft.......
How bright the workplace was!
Such dazzling light,
...
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