Late September

Amy Lowell

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9 February 1874 to 12 May 1925 (~51)

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Loudly calling us to pray
Red boughs bursting everywhere;
Every blade's a minaret
Through the stubble shrilly dins.
Tearing off the husky rind,
Shimmering of seeded grass;
Guided by the radiant boon
Hooded gentians all a'mass.
Tang of fruitage in the air;
Glowing through the silver birches.
How that pine tree shouts and lurches!
Scrape of insect violins
Swings the shell of a butterfly.
Of a sickle-shaped new moon.
Beech trees in a golden haze;
Then the purple-lidded night
Where a small muezzin's set,
Westering comes, her footsteps light
Hardy sumachs all ablaze,
Warmth of earth, and cloudless wind
Blowing feathered seeds to fall
At the miracle of day.
By the sun-baked, sheltering wall.
From the sunny door-jamb high,
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Late September

by Amy Lowell

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A quiet notice V2Melody closes at midnight on , Spanish time.

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A note from Richard

V2Melody will close at midnight on 20 January 2028

This site has been a retirement project in musical poetry: poems chosen with care and set to music, offered freely for as long as it felt right to keep the garden open.

The work no longer holds the place it once did in my life. I have gone as far with it as I wish to go. Like a sand mandala, it was made to be completed and then released. I am not attached to its permanence, and I do not believe any of it needs to last beyond the time it was given. The poems were already here before I arrived and began to experiment with them. They will still be here when these musical experiments, and indeed myself, have been swept away, like the sand of a mandala. Nothing has been lost.

I want a simpler end to my life, days of simple love and enjoyment with my wonderful wife of 20 years. The work of maintaining a server, the monitoring, and the residual obligations that come with keeping a site alive no longer fit that life.

From 4 November 2026 I will not be adding new poems or musical poems to the site.

The experimental music I am making now is on my Suno profile. Those pieces stay there, and are not added to this site.

Until midnight on 20 January 2028, Spanish time, everything remains available exactly as it is. That is when my VPS server contract comes to an end, and it will not be renewed. After that, the server will be switched off and the site will disappear.

The Mandala Is Finished explains this more fully.

Thank you to anyone who found a poem, a track, or a quiet moment here.

The pleasure was in the making.

Richard
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