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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE SHADOWS: 19, by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) Poet's Biography First Line: October's gold is dim, - the forests rot Last Line: Corruption. Drop, stark night, upon my death! Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | |||
October's gold is dim, -- the forests rot, The weary rain falls ceaseless, while the day Is wrapp'd in damp. In mire of village way The hedge-row leaves are stamp'd, and, all forgot, The broodless nest sits visible in the thorn. Autumn, among her drooping marigolds, Weeps all her garnered sheaves, and empty folds, And dripping orchards -- plundered and forlorn. The season is a dead one, and I die! No more, no more for me the spring shall make A resurrection in the earth and take The death from out her heart -- O God, I die! The cold throat-mist creeps nearer, till I breathe Corruption. Drop, stark night, upon my death! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND IN THE SHADOWS: 2 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) |
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