Classic and Contemporary Poetry
I AM THE AUTUMNAL SUN, by HENRY DAVID THOREAU Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: Is the constant music of my grief Subject(s): Autumn; Sun; Grief | ||||||||
I am the autumnal sun, With autumn gales my race is run; When will the hazel put forth its flowers, Or the grape ripen under my bowers? When will the harvest or the hunter's moon, Turn my midnight into mid-noon? And to my core mellow. The winter is lurking within my moods, And the rustling of the withered leaf Is the constant music of my grief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE I HAVE FOLDED MY SORROWS by BOB KAUFMAN |
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