Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN AUTUMN SONNET, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: These little presents of your tenderness Last Line: "my head upon your lap and call you ""dear." Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall | ||||||||
THESE little presents of your tenderness, Although less grand a gift than was your love, Are dear to me in this October stress Of wind and war and whirling leaves above. They comfort my soul's Autumn, and they prove How little time can do, to ban or bless, How much ourselves. You willed the years should move Back in their cycle. And behold, love, this! Now, therefore, let us mark this fortunate day, And use it for our feast day. Every year Let us, when winds are high and the leaves fall, Hold in this house our love's memorial, Sitting thus hand in hand. Still let me lay As in the happy days, ere leaves were sere, My head upon your lap and call you "dear." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR AUTUMN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN AN AUTUMN JOY by GEORGE ARNOLD A LEAF FALLS by MARION LOUISE BLISS THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A LETTER IN OCTOBER by TED KOOSER AUTUMN EVENING by DAVID LEHMAN EVERYTHING THAT ACTS IS ACTUAL by DENISE LEVERTOV ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 50 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 110. THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
|