RESISTANCE
by David Lehman
The sunset earlier, the sky spooky
as the nineteenth century, skeletal trees,
a brief orange glow before the blues
and grays darken in a landscape that lasts
for an hour before the shapes dissolve
into the dark of All Hallows', a night
as sacred as would scare us, the guiltless ones,
who maintain our belief in metaphysics,
which French philosophes declared dead
in 1970 or so. As the last branches
disappear into the heavenly darkness,
what remains is what resists and what
clings to the oblivion of a fallen world
that exists in memory only, and poetry.
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