[{"node":{"title":"Greacen020","Collections":"Unpublished Poems","Contributor":"Greacen Estate","Coverage":"19 Jan","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Greacen020","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"The blind month","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen020","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/Greacen020_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffThe Blind MOnth\n\nNovember fills bridges, streets and even country lanes\nWith yellow vapours, blows on the tired heart\nA chill reminder of the year\u2019s decay,\nshunts fog into the throat, fog into the mind,\nBlankets desire, outlaws blood's summer riot.\nNow the October rust-red and charred-brown days recede\nInto the calendar, traceless though kind-scented,\nAll fullness frosted, all richness raided.\nNovember, month of the dead, month of shadows,\nMonth of the year's betrayal, our invocation\nIs a hoarse mouthing to the misty gods\nFor a single sign, for one grey dove on attic roof,\nFor affirmation of light in this blind month.\n","Type":"Text"}}]