Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN NOVEMBER, by JOHN LAWSON STODDARD Poet's Biography First Line: Under my trees of green and gold Last Line: Their memory, after all, is sweet. Subject(s): Flowers; Memory; November; Seasons | ||||||||
Under my trees of green and gold I stroll in the soft, autumnal days, With never a hint of winter's cold, Though the mountain sides are a brilliant maze Which spreads from the gleaming lake below To gild the edge of the distant snow. Closed are the stately inns once more; Flown, like the birds, is the latest guest; Many have gone to a southern shore, Some to the east and some to the west; But the smiling landlords count their gains, And we know well that the best remains. For the walls are lined with precious books, And the hearth and home are always here, And the garden hath a score of nooks, Where flowers bloom throughout the year; And now that the restless crowd is gone I hear the flute of my rustic Faun. Why should I grieve, if from my trees The gorgeous leaves fall, one by one? Through the clearer space with greater ease I feel the warmth of the genial sun; And though the plane-trees stand bereft, The pines and cypresses are left. Does the gay world leave us? Well, good-bye! It will come again -- perhaps too soon! We have the mountains, lake, and sky, And solitude is a precious boon. Yet the falling leaves, so fair and fleet, -- Their memory, after all, is sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO AUTUMN IN MY COUNTRY by MEENA ALEXANDER AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL HE HAD A GOOD YEAR by MARVIN BELL SO IT'S TODAY by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR CONTRA MORTEM: THE FALL by HAYDEN CARRUTH A MAY MONODY by JOHN LAWSON STODDARD |
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