[{"node":{"title":"Greacen015","Collections":"Unpublished Poems","Contributor":"Greacen Estate","Coverage":"19 Jan","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Greacen015","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"A London September","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen015","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Greacen015_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffA London Septembet\n\nSlabs of grey light fa11 earthward\nOn paths brown-carpeted and crisp,\nThat crackle underfoot at every step.\nAutumn rides back a gold-red, sober queen.\nFall that we know so well, yet so endlessly new!\nWe talk and walk under a temperate sun,\nWishing for short silence; absence of fear,\nIf only for a time; a cooling of the hot blood\nOf violence, wanting authority only to leave us in peace\nTo stroll and chat under the leaf-thinned trees,\nHappy are children playing outside time's shutters -\nAnd mindless, too, of our blood-red hands.\n","Type":"Text"}}]