Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SEPTEMBER, by ALDOUS LEONARD HUXLEY Poet's Biography First Line: Spring is past and over these many days Last Line: A chance light meaninglessly shines and it is spring. Subject(s): September | ||||||||
SPRING is past and over these many days, Spring and summer. The leaves of September droop, Yellowing and all but dead on the patient trees. Nor is there any hope in me. I walk Slowly homeward. Night is as empty and dark Behind my eyes as it is dark without And empty round about me and over me. Spring is past and over these many days; But, looking up, suddenly I see Leaves in the upthrown light of a street lamp shine Clear and luminous, young and so transparent, They seem but the coloured foam of air, green fire, No more than the scarce embodied thoughts of leaves; And it is spring within that circle of light. Oh, magical brightness!the old leaves are made new. In the mind, too, some coloured accident Of beauty revives and makes all young again. A chance light meaninglessly shines and it is spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANOTHER SEPTEMBER by THOMAS KINSELLA THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JULY by EDMUND SPENSER SEPTEMBER by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT LANGUID SEPTEMBER by ANNE MILLAY BREMER WRITTEN ON A BRIDGE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH SEPTEMBER by JULIA JOHNSON DAVIS FIRST PHILOSOPHER'S SONG by ALDOUS LEONARD HUXLEY |
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