End of Summer
An agitation of the air,
A perturbation of the light
Admonished me the unloved year
Would turn on its hinge that night.
I stood in the disenchanted field
Amid the stubble and the stones
Amaded, while a small worm lisped to me
The song of my marrow-bones.
Blue poured into summer blue,
A hawk broke from his cloudless tower,
The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew
That part of my life was forever over.
Already the iron door of the North
Clangs open: birds,leaves,snows
Order their populations forth,
And a cruel wind blows.
In Stanley Kunitz's poem, End of Summer, the author speaks harshly of the end of summer by using melancholy diction along with a lyrical tone that creates the scene for the reader and gives a feeling of first hand experience. Stanley is clearly devastated at the fact that summer is over and describes the coming of a new season as "a cruel wind". It seems that summer is everything and the thought of it coming to an end also makes him feel as if his life is too over "that part of my life was forever over." As the author explain more of his situation it seems as if the whole thing is one big room, as if the seasonal comings and going were just door ways you had to pass through, like it or not. As "the iron door of the North clangs open: birds, leaves, snows order their populations forth, and a cruel wind blows", Stanley explains the room's door clanging open, a dreary way of saying the approaching winter is here. The seasonal birds are ordered forth along with leaves and snows, almost against their will, if they had one.
A perturbation of the light
Admonished me the unloved year
Would turn on its hinge that night.
I stood in the disenchanted field
Amid the stubble and the stones
Amaded, while a small worm lisped to me
The song of my marrow-bones.
Blue poured into summer blue,
A hawk broke from his cloudless tower,
The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew
That part of my life was forever over.
Already the iron door of the North
Clangs open: birds,leaves,snows
Order their populations forth,
And a cruel wind blows.
In Stanley Kunitz's poem, End of Summer, the author speaks harshly of the end of summer by using melancholy diction along with a lyrical tone that creates the scene for the reader and gives a feeling of first hand experience. Stanley is clearly devastated at the fact that summer is over and describes the coming of a new season as "a cruel wind". It seems that summer is everything and the thought of it coming to an end also makes him feel as if his life is too over "that part of my life was forever over." As the author explain more of his situation it seems as if the whole thing is one big room, as if the seasonal comings and going were just door ways you had to pass through, like it or not. As "the iron door of the North clangs open: birds, leaves, snows order their populations forth, and a cruel wind blows", Stanley explains the room's door clanging open, a dreary way of saying the approaching winter is here. The seasonal birds are ordered forth along with leaves and snows, almost against their will, if they had one.
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