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October light is shining like the horn of jubilee -
the trumpet blown after seven times seven years.
All debts are canceled and every slave set free
in that sweet year that follows forty-nine -
a year we have not known. The high and mighty pay
to have the calendar reset, and our forty-ninth year
goes on for thousands and thousands of days.
We owe and owe, our burdens borne and borne.
October light is shining through leaves that were green,
and now are red, orange, yellow, gold. Most will fall soon,
though oak leaves may stay on the tree till spring, brown
and dry and dead but fixed in place till new growth comes.
Are those who delay our freedom the living trees?
Or are they already dead but unfallen leaves?
the trumpet blown after seven times seven years.
All debts are canceled and every slave set free
in that sweet year that follows forty-nine -
a year we have not known. The high and mighty pay
to have the calendar reset, and our forty-ninth year
goes on for thousands and thousands of days.
We owe and owe, our burdens borne and borne.
October light is shining through leaves that were green,
and now are red, orange, yellow, gold. Most will fall soon,
though oak leaves may stay on the tree till spring, brown
and dry and dead but fixed in place till new growth comes.
Are those who delay our freedom the living trees?
Or are they already dead but unfallen leaves?
The poem uses the biblical year of jubilee loosely and metaphorically.
© 2012 - 2024 RichardLeach
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Slave. Means Slavic in French. I was mis-interpreting for a while.