Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Leaf-movementArthur Davison Ficke
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The yellow leaf now sails in upward flight;
Hovers at top-slope; then, a whirling bright
Eddy of motion, sinks. The storm behind
With gusts and veering tyrannies would uphold
Even as it downward beats this gorgeous thing
Which like an angel’s lost and shattered wing
Against the grey sky sweeps its broken gold.
Another eddy, desperate or in mirth,
Brings it to rest here on the crackled earth
Where men can see it better than on the bough.
What quite preposterous irony of wind’s-will
Touches it where it lies, golden and still,
And once more lifts it vainly heavenward now!