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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A VAGABOND SONG, by BLISS CARMAN Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood Last Line: She calls and calls each vagabond by name. Variant Title(s): An Autumn Song Subject(s): Autumn; October; Seasons; Wandering & Wanderers; Fall; Wanderlust; Vagabonds; Tramps; Hoboes | |||
THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood -- Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time. The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by. And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills. There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir; We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls and calls each vagabond by name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUMS, ON WAKING by JAMES DICKEY A FOLK SINGER OF THE THIRTIES by JAMES DICKEY WANDERER IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY by CLARENCE MAJOR THE WANDERER by WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN LONG GONE by STERLING ALLEN BROWN BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE JOYS OF THE ROAD by BLISS CARMAN |
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