Steven Reese: Shout in November

    Shout in November The man of autumn, Behind the melancholy mask, Will laugh in the brown grass, Will shout from the tower’s rim. —Stevens, “Secret Man” The days give out sooner, now. The windows latch against the cold. And the mind prepares its mood of muffled distances, withdraws to sit by the fire […]

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