Autumn and poetry go hand in hand. There is something inherently nostalgic and meditative about this time of year that points the mind to introspection. End-of-year wistfulness mixes with the excitement of going back to school, crisper weather, and the coming holidays.
Some poems set this emotionally rich time of year against the splendor of fall, as in John Keats’s “To Autumn” — “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness…”
and Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” — “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…”
Other poems capture the elegiac melancholy of autumn, as in Gerard Manley Hopkins’s “Spring and Fall” to a young child:
MÁRGARÉT, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Áh! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
On these beautiful fall days, curl up with a good book on a mild September afternoon, or in the evenings that now descend earlier. Find a good poem and let the lines run through your head as you kick through the autumn leaves and take in this season of nostalgia, excitement, and beauty.
2 thoughts on “Autumn and Poetry”
Beautiful imagery and wonderful poem. Well done!
Over goldengrove unleaving – what a brilliant play on words. What a wise and witty writer! and you, too, for finding his words!! And the pictures are mouthwatering!! Thank you!!!