Monday, December 01, 2008

... the exuberant wreckage of August

--- Poet Reg Saner, lines ending "The Fifth Season" (1983), collected in Fifty Years of American Poetry, Harry N Abrams 1984, p. 235

From the poem

... ... ... ... - or common starling
dead in mid-flight,
flashing dark color off preen oil
in wings barely stirring, whispering
ever so lightly as its slow turn falls
perfectly aimed
through air's open doors
toward the exuberant wreckage of August.