October
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.
Robert Frost.
2 comments:
What a lovely poem, but so different to our October. Over here it would need to be entitled ”April.
We were required to study Robert Frost in high school. Odd really when we have so many excellent Australian poets. As it happens, I loved his poems and I think he sparked my love of Fall in that far away land called the USA. I still daydream about visiting the Eastern states - Vermont, Connecticut, upstate New York and others. I was surprised when I head Frost’s voice. Nothing like I had imagined.
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