Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AUTUMN, by WILLIAM ROSE BENET Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Autumn, like atalanta, fleetly flees Last Line: And mocks with pagan laughter, sweetly shrill. Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall | ||||||||
Autumn, like Atalanta, fleetly flees, Galey robes streaming, leaf-blown down the wind; And 'tis our pleading hearts that race behind Striving to clasp her by her golden knees, To stay her sorrowful beauty, -- but the trees Glance with her brilliant flight. Oh, grave and kind, Hide ye no russet hoards, that we may find And fling the apples of Hippomenes? Clouded about with birds, fawn-nuzzled, still Her speed outstrips us, and the woods are dead Of dream or color -- all their incense fled! Across the burning marsh she gains the hill And breathless turns her beautiful, bright head And mocks with pagan laughter, sweetly shrill. | 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 THE FALCONER OF GOD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |
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