October-November
Indian-summer-sun
With crimson feathers whips away the mists,—
Dives through the filter of trellises
And gilds the silver on the blotched arbor-seats.
Now gold and purple scintillate
On trees that seem dancing
In delirium;
Then the moon
In a mad orange flare
Floods the grape-hung night.
Credit
This poem is in the public domain.
About this Poem
“October-November” was published in A Pagan Anthology (Pagan Publishing Co., 1918).
Author
Hart Crane
Born on July 21, 1899, in Garrettsville, Ohio, Harold Hart Crane began writing poetry in his early teenage years.
Date Published
10/28/2017