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Autumn Elegy<br />
Poems by Dana Gioia<br />
<strong>Music</strong> by Stefania de Kenessey<br />
2. The End Of The World<br />
"We're going", they said, "to the end of the world."<br />
So they stopped the car where the river curled,<br />
1 Veterans' Cemetery<br />
And we scrambled down beneath the bridge'<br />
On the gravel track of a narrow bridge.<br />
The ceremonies of the day have ceased,<br />
Abandoned to the ragged crow's parade. We tramped for miles on a wooded walk<br />
The flags unravel in the caterpillar's feast. Where dog-hobble grew on its twisted stalk.<br />
The wreaths collapse onto the stones they Two ospreys watched from the opposite<br />
shade. shore<br />
While slowly the current built to a roar.<br />
How quietly doves gather by the gate<br />
Like souls who have no heaven and no hell. We came to a bend, where the river grew<br />
The patient grass reclaims its lost estate wide<br />
Where one stone angel stands as sentinel. And green mountains rose on the opposite<br />
side.<br />
The voices whispering in the burning leaves, My guides moved back. I stood alone,<br />
Faint and inhuman, what can they desire As the current streaked over the smooth flat<br />
When every season feeds upon the past, stone.<br />
And summer's green ignites the autumn's<br />
fire?<br />
Shelf by shelf the river fell.<br />
The white-water goosetailed with eddying<br />
The afternoon's a single thread of light<br />
swell.<br />
Sewn through the tatters of a leafless<br />
Faster and louder the current dropped<br />
willow,<br />
Till it reached a cliff, and the trail stopped.<br />
As one by one the branches fade from sight,<br />
And time curls up like paper turning yellow. I stood at the edge where the mist ascended,<br />
My journey done where the world ended.<br />
I looked downstream. There was nothing<br />
but sky,<br />
The sound of the water, and the water's<br />
reply.<br />
3. A Curse On Geographers<br />
We want an earth to walk upon,<br />
Not reasons to remain at home.<br />
Shall we make journeys only to see<br />
The same stars circling in the night?<br />
Breathe the same air? Sail across<br />
These oceans only to discover<br />
Our own island's other shore?<br />
Let oceans spill their green from off<br />
The edges of the earth, and let<br />
The curving plain unbend itself<br />
Behind the mountains. Put wind back<br />
Into the cheeks of demons. Voice,<br />
Pronounce your reasonable desire<br />
And sing the round earth flat again!<br />
Poems O by Dana Gioia<br />
(Used by permission)