<> Greacen020 Unpublished Poems Greacen Estate 19 Jan Linen Hall Library Wednesday, March 16, 2016 TIFF Greacen020 Manuscript The blind month English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen020 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Greacen020_0.jpg LHL Archive The Blind MOnth November fills bridges, streets and even country lanes With yellow vapours, blows on the tired heart A chill reminder of the year’s decay, shunts fog into the throat, fog into the mind, Blankets desire, outlaws blood's summer riot. Now the October rust-red and charred-brown days recede Into the calendar, traceless though kind-scented, All fullness frosted, all richness raided. November, month of the dead, month of shadows, Month of the year's betrayal, our invocation Is a hoarse mouthing to the misty gods For a single sign, for one grey dove on attic roof, For affirmation of light in this blind month. Text