“she’s wrapping us round / with her cloak of russet brown / as the vespertine autumn is falling”

[larryhammer]

For Poetry Monday, back to Frost while it's still appropriate timing:


October, Robert Frost

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.


---L.

Subject quote from Vespertine Autumn, Pamela Wyn Shannon.

Comments

[cmcmck]

Just stunning and you can see how he and Edward Thomas influenced each other!

[larryhammer]

You've a good ear -- that's from his first collection, from 1913, which helped Frost get to know Thomas.