NOON

by: Eugene O'Neill (1888-1953)

      'IS noon, the fitful sunlight feebly gleams
      Thro' hurrying clouds with dull uncertainty.
      Distorted shadows in strange fantasy
      Play like vague phantoms wandering in dreams
      Upon the shivering surface of the streams.
      The trees sway to and fro protestingly
      Dancing as if to the weird melody
      Of anguished protest that the north wind screams.
       
      The seer, dead leaves whirl in confusion by,
      Fleeing as if from nameless pestilence.
      A solitary hawk up in the sky
      Floats on the wind in peaceful indolence,
      Like some old God, who from Olympus high
      Looks on our dull world with indifference.

"Noon" is reprinted from the New London Telegraph, 21 November, 1912.

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