Fall 1947 • Vol. IX No. 4 PoetryOctober 1, 1947 |

Yield

In my anguish of joy I spoke peaceably to its sources Where he crated pears and sacked walnuts in the descending   year. The orchards were stifled with their leaves and hazes, And our conversation muffled in the descending leaves. Nevertheless the yields of this equinox Borne voiceless as they may be to store and storage, In the silent parallels of a half-winter Will vanish and converge.

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