" Nothing is left in my memory
of a summer
that promised nothing.

except the ominous
end of it. But I remember clearly
that autumn when darkness came

to lend its cover to a killing season
seeing at last these
ill-at-ease petals

estranged from moonlight and still
related to it: outcasts
of metal, of steel "

― Eavan Boland , A Woman Without a Country: Poems