One Autumn Evening
I fell asleep upon the earth
Lighted by the morning sun;
When I awoke, it was evening,
The horses of the sun were gone.
I rubbed sleep from my sleepy eyes
That I might watch the colouring light;
Then suddenly it was upon me,
The blue, the black, the sacred night.
It spread itself across the sky
Like the bird that is always free;
It moved like a ghostly whisper
From autumned tree to tree.
The ripened leaves were giving back
And the fires of the evening stars
Had lit the aqueous air.
I remember as I slept again
The fragrance of the furlèd flower;
Above the earth, beneath the sky,
Rejoicing in the magic hour.
The sun came up next morning
As on unnumbered days before;
But I awoke with a shiver
As though on a cold, cold shore.
This is a poem from my “early period”. I believe I wrote it ca. early 2010, before returning to it a few years later and revising some parts of it. This period was a time when I was both transfixed and inspired by the lyricism of Yeats’s poetry.
The poem itself is a somewhat fanciful and exaggerated retelling of taking a nap (and waking up) on the lawn – the Bald Spot – of my college in the US.