OCTOBER (for Dervia Cunningham)

– October 19, 2009Posted in: poetry

Jim is outside raking leaves. He likes the autumn smell. For some reason, he is reminded of the first verse of the poem “The Circus Animals’ Desertion” by William Butler Yeats:

I sought a theme and sought for it in vain,
I sought it daily for six weeks or so.
Maybe at last, being but a broken man,
I must be satisfied with my heart, although
Winter and summer til old age began
My circus animals were all on show,
Those stilted boys, that burnished chariot,
Lion and woman and the Lord knows what.

Even though his town has passed an ordinance against it, he rakes the leaves in a pile and starts a fire.

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