Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LATE AUTUMN, by JOSEPH CORSON MILLER First Line: The fields are frayed with autumn. Grasses go Last Line: Earth's miracles of bloom are at an end. Alternate Author Name(s): Miller, J. Corson Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall | ||||||||
The fields are frayed with autumn. Grasses go The way of the ferns, bleaching to black, to die. The field mouse lags, his eyes have lost the glow Of suns that burned like brass along the sky. The last redoubts of geese, bound southward, pass, Leaving the land to worms that barricade Themselves against the snow; the singing mass Of insects long has stilled its serenade. Naught else remains, but the coming of night and death -- The slow rotting to dust of leaf and flower. The signal-bells of doom resound on the breath Of the northeast wind, with each dissolving hour. A lonely crow mourns for a vanished friend, Earth's miracles of bloom are at an end. | 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 BALLAD OF SIMPLE SIMON by JOSEPH CORSON MILLER DAGONET MAKES A SONG FOR THE KING by JOSEPH CORSON MILLER EPICEDIUM; IN MEMORY OF AMERICA'S DEAD IN THE GREAT WAR by JOSEPH CORSON MILLER |
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