You are enormous dark mouth

Within, figure formed

From autumn clouds,

Golden evening stillness;

A greenish dusking mountain stream

In the shadowy area

Of broken pines;

A village

That dies off devoutly in brown images.

There the black horses leap

On misty meadow.

You soldiers!

From hill, where the sun rolls dying

The laughing blood falls -

Speechless

Under oaks! O resentful gloom

Of the army; a radiant helmet

Sank rattling from a purple forehead.

Autumn night comes so cool,

The silent monkess

Gleams with stars

Over broken bones of men.