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 End of Summer by Stanley Kunitz 
						An agitation of the air,A perturbation of the light
 Admonished me the unloved year
 Would turn on its hinge that night.
 
 I stood in the disenchanted field
 Amid the stubble and the stones
 Amaded, while a small worm lisped to me
 The song of my marrow-bones.
 
 Blue poured into summer blue,
 A hawk broke from his cloudless tower,
 The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew
 That part of my life was forever over.
 
 Already the iron door of the North
 Clangs open: birds,leaves,snows
 Order their populations forth,
 And a cruel wind blows.
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