Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street-lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

What does this excerpt from the poem describe?
A)a thought-provoking walk at night
B)a ring of street lights surrounding a park
C)a lunar eclipse
D)a party held at midnight