Louis Untermeyer

(1885-1977 / United States)

End Of The Comedy Poem by Louis Untermeyer


Eleven o’clock, and the curtain falls.
The cold wind tears the strands of illusion;
The delicate music is lost
In the blare of home-going crowds
And a midnight paper.


The night has grown martial;
It meets us with blows and disaster.
Even the stars have turned shrapnel,
Fixed in silent explosions.
And here at our door
The moonlight is laid
Like a drawn sword.

Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010
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