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Robert
Penn
Warren
Birthplace
Museum
Third and Cherry Streets,
Guthrie, Kentucky 42234
Telephone:
270-483-2683
What Voice at Moth-Hour
What voice at
moth-hour did I hear calling
As I stood in the
orchard while the white
Petals of apple
blossoms were falling,
Whiter than moth-wing in that twilight?
What voice did I
hear as I stood by the stream,
Bemused in the
murmurous wisdom there uttered,
While ripples at
stone, in their steely gleam,
Caught last light before it was shuttered?
What voice did I
hear as I wandered alone
In a premature
night of cedar, beech, oak,
Each foot set
soft, then still as stone
Standing to wait while the first owl spoke?
The voice that I
heard once at dew-fall, I now
Can hear by a
simple trick. If I close
My eyes, in that
dusk I again know
The feel of damp grass between bare toes,
Can see the last
zigzag, sky-skittering, high,
Of a bullbat, and
even hear, far off, from
Swamp-cover, the
whip-o-will, and as I
Once heard, hear the voice: It's late!
Come home.
What Voice
at Moth-Hour from
--"Rumor Verified": Copyright ©1980 by
Robert Penn Warren--Reprinted by
permission of William Morris Agency,
Inc. on behalf of the Author |