The Mockingbird : : by Edwin B. McElfatrick ▼ You hear him in the springtime When radiant sunlight fills The verdant, sweeping valleysAnd the hollows of the hills;On moonlight nights in summerFrom the summit of a tree,He is weaving strains entrancingIn flights of ecstasy.In autumn’s richest splendorWhen the woodland seems afireI have heard him chantingContinue reading “The Mocking Bird : Edwin B McElfatrick : : Bird Poems : :”
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Autumn : T E Hulme : : Moon Poems : :
Autumn : : BY T. E. HULME ( 16 September, 1883 – 28 September, 1917 aged 34 ) : : : : A touch of cold in the Autumn night— 1I walked abroad, 2And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge 3Like a red-faced farmer. 4I did not stop to speak, but nodded, 5AndContinue reading “Autumn : T E Hulme : : Moon Poems : :”
Falling Leaves and Early Snow : Kenneth Rexroth : : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :
Falling Leaves and Early Snow by Kenneth Rexroth In the years to come they will say,“They fell like the leavesIn the autumn of nineteen thirty-nine.”November has come to the forest,To the meadows where we picked the cyclamen.The year fades with the white frostOn the brown sedge in the hazy meadows,Where the deer tracks were blackContinue reading “Falling Leaves and Early Snow : Kenneth Rexroth : : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :”
November : Thomas Hood : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :
November : : By Thomas Hood : London, England : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :. No sun – no moon! 1No morn – no noon – 2No dawn – no dusk –Continue reading “November : Thomas Hood : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :”
Especially When The October Wind : Dylan Thomas Swansea / Wales : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :
Especially When The October Wind : Dylan Thomas Swansea / Wales : : : ; : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Especially when the October windWith frosty fingers punishes my hair,Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fireAnd cast a shadow crab upon the land,By theContinue reading “Especially When The October Wind : Dylan Thomas Swansea / Wales : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :”
October : Edward Thomas : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :
October Poem : : by Edward Thomas ( 1878-1917 ) : : London, U K : : : : : : : The green elm with the one great bough of goldLets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, —The short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white,Harebell and scabious and tormentil,That blackberry and gorse,Continue reading “October : Edward Thomas : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :”
Autumn Song ( VI ) : W H Auden : ( 1 ) : : Autumn Leaves : Johnny Mercer / Jacques Prevert / Joseph Kosma : : Narrative Video ( Andreea Petcu ) : ( 2 ) : : Autumn Poems : :
Autumn Song By W H Auden Now the leaves are falling fast, Nurse’s flowers will not last; Nurses to the graves are gone, And the prams go rolling on. Whispering neighbours, left and right, Pluck us from the real delight; And the active hands must freeze Lonely on the separate knees. Dead in hundreds atContinue reading “Autumn Song ( VI ) : W H Auden : ( 1 ) : : Autumn Leaves : Johnny Mercer / Jacques Prevert / Joseph Kosma : : Narrative Video ( Andreea Petcu ) : ( 2 ) : : Autumn Poems : :”
Autumn : T E Hulme : : Autumn Poems : :
AutumnBY T. E. HULMEA touch of cold in the Autumn night—I walked abroad,And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedgeLike a red-faced farmer.I did not stop to speak, but nodded,And round about were the wistful starsWith white faces like town children. Hulme in his 1908 poem, Autumn sets up a delicate relationship between theContinue reading “Autumn : T E Hulme : : 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 : :”
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