| October | |
| Robert Frost (from A Boy’s Will, 1915) | |
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief. Hearts not averse to being beguiled, Beguile us in the way you know. Release one leaf at break of day; At noon release another leaf; One from our trees, one far away. Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst. Slow, slow! For the grapes’ sake, if they were all, Whose leaves already are burnt with frost, Whose clustered fruit must else be lost— For the grapes’ sake along the wall. |
| October | |
| Robert Frost (from A Boy’s Will, 1915) | |
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief. Hearts not averse to being beguiled, Beguile us in the way you know. Release one leaf at break of day; At noon release another leaf; One from our trees, one far away. Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst. Slow, slow! For the grapes’ sake, if they were all, Whose leaves already are burnt with frost, Whose clustered fruit must else be lost— For the grapes’ sake along the wall. |
The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you -
You are the fearless rose
that grows amidst the freezing wind.
Rumi
STRAY birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
Rabindranath Tagore
Inside of us, there’s a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.
~Rumi
Inside of us, there’s a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water. ~Rumi
The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you -
You are the fearless rose
that grows amidst the freezing wind.
Rumi
Aki no hi no – The Color of Autumn
Aki no hi no
Someta iro nari
Aka-tombo!
Dyed he is with the
Color of Autumnal days,
O red dragonfly.
[Original: Dyed he is with the
color of autumn days
O the red dragon-fly !
Author: Bakusui (1718 – 83).
http://www.mamalisa.com/blog/a...apanese-haiku-poems/
Watching, I have grown lonely.
If only I had a lodging
outside the autumn!
The moon lives
in the field and on the hills.
Princess Shikishi
The years first day
thoughts and loneliness;
the autumn dusk is here.
-Basho
Fall is truly here,
Autumn Song
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
“I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.”
― Henry David Thoreau
“I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.”
― Henry David Thoreau
“Mountain-rose petals
Falling, falling, falling now...
Waterfall music”
― Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
The roses are showing their late and last blooms.
Coveted by all
Turning into such beauty-
The falling red leaves
_______________________________
Shiko 91664-1731)
Coveted by all
Turning into such beauty-
The falling red leaves.
Shiko (1664-1731)
“You must remain. I must depart.
Two autumns falling in the heart.”
―
“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”
― Wither
“And all at once, summer collapsed into fall.”
―
