read-it-in-a-book: Vikram Seth - Summer Requiem “Still day’s death, across the fields Al

read-it-in-a-book:

Vikram Seth - Summer Requiem

“Still day’s death, across the fields

All swallows have flown.

The summer red sinks into the flowing dark.

From the field’s corner fade the voices of children.

Dark, as in some peace,

Twists the key of silence.

The beech proclaims power over the grasses.

Sombre thoughts become this hour;

Hour of red copper, rust, dark iron.”