Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OCTOBER, by EDGAR DANIEL KRAMER Poet's Biography First Line: The sumacs in the fence rows are blood-red Last Line: "that tremulously laughs, ""there is no death!" Subject(s): October | ||||||||
The sumacs in the fence rows are blood-red, The maples flame upon the haze-hung hill, The yellow grass is hearkening the tread Of winds that bring the rippling of a rill. The echoes of a partridge's shrill call, The dust that trembles from the goldenrod, The smoke of burning brush beyond the wall That guards the field where wheat lifts from the clod, The barking of the squirrels as they leap Where fox grapes spill their scented mysteries, The fragrance of ripe apples that now heap Their rainbow splendors on the orchard trees -- And, through the wonder, lo, a mystic breath That tremulously laughs, "There is no death!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACING INTO IT; FOR LARRY LEVIS by ELEANOR WILNER A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: OCTOBER by EDMUND SPENSER LATE AUTUMN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM OCTOBER by MARIE DAVIES WARREN BECKNER OCTOER WOODS by EMMA INGOLD BOST NORTH WIND IN OCTOBER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES GOD'S BOOK by EDGAR DANIEL KRAMER |
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