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.