Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OCTOBER, by LEXIE DEAN ROBERTSON Poet's Biography First Line: First days in autumn make me catch my breath Last Line: Such beauty wantonly for death to spend. Subject(s): Autumn; October; Seasons; Fall | ||||||||
FIRST days in autumn make me catch my breath In sheer amaze that I shall see again The fruitful beauty of the earth in death Across the painted pageant of the plain: A lilac dawn comes up and fades to gray, A thin white scarf of wild birds trails the sky, The sumacs fire a torch to light the day, And pearly rustlings of the frost drift by; Against the curve of distant hills, the blue Of smoky mist falls into purple night; The pale gold sickle of the moon lifts new To hew a circled radiance of dim light. How strange it is that autumn days will lend Such beauty wantonly for death to spend. | 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 A CHANT OF MY BELOVED by LEXIE DEAN ROBERTSON |
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