Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ASPECTS OF AUTUMN, by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON Poet's Biography First Line: In the wonder of their weaving lie the forests and the fields Last Line: Yea, utterly forgotten, every one. Subject(s): Autumn; Forests; Hearts; Love; Mythology - Classical; Pan (mythology); Seasons; Tears; Fall; Woods | ||||||||
IN the wonder of their weaving lie the forests and the fields; Rich the broodings of October, rich the magic that it wields, With the marvel of its color like the sparkles in old wine And the music of its breathing from the tops of ancient pine. There are dusky purple shadows in the cool of yonder trees, But the open plains shine yellow down the corn shocks' companies. Oaks in bronze, and birches candid, somber hemlocks make a ring Girdling round the green of meadows that seem strayed from some lost spring. Thus a splendid beast recumbent, with his skin of tawny glow, Sun-soaked, satisfied, might stretch him where the jungle rivers flow; Thus a rug of silken texture, mellowed by the dust of years, Might be laid before a princess to enchant her from her tears. Tranced, superb, and deep in dreaming, do you lie, this day of days, League on league of autumn landscape, in the vast horizon haze; And the umber of your furrows and the russet of your red Seem to garb some great earth spirit rising sheerly from the dead To resume the elder keeping of an age of Innocence, When to look for joy, and breathing sent a thrill through every sense, When Pan's pipe still fluted golden where in dance the wood nymph whirled, And my Love and I went footing, -- in the first dawn of the world! II Ah, Autumn, now that you and I must part, You linger, goldenly, your footstep slow, Even as a friend, beloved of the heart, Seems doubly dear just as he turns to go. You pause by noon, deep sighing through the trees, And in the spangled sunset hold your breath, So I may note your splendid symphonies Of color, that the night shuts in to death. Your leaves rain down and prank the forest ways With tapestries of yellow, red and brown, And through the glooming glory of your haze I glimpse the dreaming towers of the town. October odors between sod and sky Remind me of the faith of earthly things, As if you murmured: "Surely, by and by I shall come back, with birds and errant wings." The sweet and strong communion 'twixt us two Is more than all the mouthings among men; You are not beautiful alone, but true; I bide the season till you come again. And oh, be sure of one fond heart, that waits, Loving and longing, midst of wintry fear, Until, once more aglow, you ope the gates Of harvest, and fulfil the fruitful year. III When autumn, pranked in sober pageantry, Returns to earth and broods along the sky, Then are the field-fires lighted, and men see Blue smoke uprise from brush heaps, far and nigh. A pungent smell is in the nostrils, dim Athwart the sun the haze makes luminous gold; Deep in the distance, on the horizon's rim, The spirals fade in wreathings manifold. The tang and gray-blue mist and crackle fine Blend in to stir the secret place of tears; I hear a message I may scarce define From immemorial autumns of lost years. Upwelling from the heart come storied dreams, The campfires of my fathers seem to glow In primal forests, and you smoke-trail seems A painted picture of the long ago. The feel of fall, the brooding trance, the fire Whose smoke crawls up to make of heaven a blur, All seem a link between the son and sire, -- They bring them back, the wayfarers that were Upon the earth, like us, alert and strong, Feasting or fasting, underneath the sun, But now mist-hid, evanished like a song, Yea, utterly forgotten, every one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRINCESS WAKES IN THE WOOD by RANDALL JARRELL CHAMBER MUSIC: 20 by JAMES JOYCE ADVICE TO A FOREST by MAXWELL BODENHEIM A SOUTH CAROLINA FOREST by AMY LOWELL JOY IN THE WOODS by CLAUDE MCKAY IN BLACKWATER WOODS by MARY OLIVER THE PLACE I WANT TO GET BACK TO by MARY OLIVER BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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