Written during wartime, Robert Nathan’s sensitivity, humanity, and delicate imagery have never been more evident than in this book of poetry.
Now Blue October, smoky in the sun, Must end the long, sweet summer of the heart. The last brief visit if the birds is done; They sing the autumn songs before they part. Listen, how lovely . there’s the thrush we heard When June was small with roses, and the bending Blossom of branches covered nest and bird, Singing the summer in, summer unending . Give me your hand once more before the night; See how the meadows darken with the frost, How fades the green that was the summers light. Beauty is only altered, never lost, And love, before the cold November rain, Will make its summer in the heart again.