AS WE MOVE INTO AUTUMN . . . HERE'S A FALL POEM FOR YE. I first read this in Ruth E. Kelley's 1919 THE BOOK OF HALLOWE'EN and I'll betcha they'll be more selections coming this October. . .
Take my tidings!
Stags contend;
Snows descend—
Summer’s end!
A chill wind raging;
The sun low keeping,
Swift to set
O’er seas high sweeping.
Dull red the fern;
Shapes are shadows:
Wild geese mourn
O’er misty meadows.
Keen cold limes each weaker wing.
Icy times—
Such I sing!
Take my tidings!
Alfred Perceval Graves (1846-1931)
4 comments:
I like it, never read this one before.
Yeah, I just read it in THE BOOK OF HALLOWEEN and thought it was cool. I'll be posting a Halloweeny poem every Wednesday during the countdown.
I need to get my hands on that book!
I just got it pretty cheap on Devilzon
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