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November Night : Adelaide Crapsey : : Autumn Poems : :

” November Night ” By an American Poetess Adelaide Crapsey is the cinquain ( 5 lines long , usually in rhyme of ABABB or ABAAB or five-line unrhymed stanza form, ) modelled on the Japanese haiku. Crapsey has not set any rhyme in this poem. A number of her cinquains touch upon autumnal themes, andContinue reading “November Night : Adelaide Crapsey : : Autumn Poems : :”

From Sunset To Star Rise : Christina Rossetti : : Autumn Poems : :

From Sunset to Star Rise:Christina Rossetti Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not: I am no summer friend, but wintry cold, A silly sheep benighted from the fold,A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot.Take counsel, sever from my lot your lot, Dwell in your pleasant places, hoard your gold; Lest you with me shouldContinue reading “From Sunset To Star Rise : Christina Rossetti : : Autumn Poems : :”

To Autumn : John Keats : : Autumn Poems : :

To Autumn BY JOHN KEATSSeason of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazelContinue reading “To Autumn : John Keats : : Autumn Poems : :”

Autumn : John Clare : Autumn Poems : :

Autumn 1I love the fitfull gusts that shakes The casement all the dayAnd from the mossy elm tree takes The faded leaf awayTwirling it by the window-paneWith thousand others down the lane 2I love to see the shaking twig Dance till the shut of eveThe sparrow on the cottage rig Whose chirp would make believe That spring was justContinue reading “Autumn : John Clare : Autumn Poems : :”

That time of year thou mayst in me behold : William Shakespeare : Sonnet : :

Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me beholdBY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ( 1564-1616 ) :: That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.In me thou see’st the twilight ofContinue reading “That time of year thou mayst in me behold : William Shakespeare : Sonnet : :”

21 Short Death Poems : Emily Dickinson : : Death Poems : :

645 Bereavement in their death to feelWhom We have never seen—A Vital Kinsmanship importOur Soul and theirs—between— For Stranger—Strangers do not mourn—There be Immortal friendsWhom Death see first—’tis news of thisThat paralyze Ourselves— Who, vital only to Our Thought—Such Presence bear awayIn dying—’tis as if Our SoulsAbsconded—suddenly— Emily Dickinson Death sets a thing significantThe eyeContinue reading “21 Short Death Poems : Emily Dickinson : : Death Poems : :”

Lady Lazarus : SYLVIA PLATH : : Death Poems : :

Lady LazarusBY SYLVIA PLATHI have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it—— A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight,My face a featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the napkin O my enemy. Do I terrify?—— The nose, the eye pits, theContinue reading “Lady Lazarus : SYLVIA PLATH : : Death Poems : :”

Death Be Not Proud : John Donne : : Death Poems : :

Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proudBY JOHN DONNE ( 1572 – 1631 ) : : : : Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.From rest and sleep, which but thyContinue reading “Death Be Not Proud : John Donne : : Death Poems : :”

The Raven : Edgar Allan Poe : : Death Poems : :

The RavenBY EDGAR ALLAN POEOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only thisContinue reading “The Raven : Edgar Allan Poe : : Death Poems : :”