Photo by Ugglewug
“Livid to lurid switched the sky.
From west, from sunset, now the great dome
Arched eastward to lip the horizon edge,
There far, blank, pale….
What most we fear advances on
Tiptoe, breath aromatic. It smiles….’’
— From “Sky,’’ by Robert Penn Warren (1905-1909), American poet, novelist and essayist. A native of Kentucky, he spent much of his adult in Fairfield, Conn., and Stratton, Vt., where he died and is buried.
The Stratton Meetinghouse
