“i see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes/i have to turn my head until darkness goes”

[larryhammer]

For Poetry Monday:

“Fall, leaves, fall,” Emily Bronte

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.


Contrast with Hopkins’ Spring and Fall. Seriously—hold them both close. It’s worth it.

---L.

Subject quote from Paint It, Black, The Rolling Stones.