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From “In Maine”
IT is October. Let us go. | |
| This is the grand finale. | |
| Let us not wait for the curtain. | |
| I am tired of curtains. | |
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| Look. The passions of the world are posing, | 5 |
| and Atropos is stepping to the stage. | |
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| Look. The gaudy mountains are vain. | |
| They are using the lake as a mirror. | |
| They are peroxide Amazons searching for wrinkles. | |
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| Look. The stagehands are already setting the stage for another show. | 10 |
| They are bearing the pumpkins from the fields, | |
| and are pulling down the stacks of beans. | |
| They are ploughing the fields. | |
| They are closing their doors. | |
| Glance at the gorgeous stage once more. | 15 |
| Then let us turn away. | |
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| Look. There is a mountainside of yellow maples, | |
| and another mountainside of maples that are crimson. | |
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| Look. The meadow is a silken baize. | |
| It is variegated with tawn and green. | 20 |
| The design is of hunters pursuing a fox | |
| followed by dogs that sprawl in the air. | |
| In the beech wood there is another baize— | |
| a baize of flax. | |
| The design is of scurrying chipmunks. | 25 |
| Beneath the pines there is still another baize— | |
| a baize of hemp. | |
| The design is of nervous deer that huddle together. | |
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| This is the closing scene. Now let us go— | |
| before the lines of Atropos begin. | 30 |
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