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Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems--not to suffer pain?
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Seema Gupta
(9/23/2009 12:47:00 AM) |
its beautifull...
regards
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Michael Harmon
(9/22/2009 11:55:00 PM) |
Not sure of the form of this. It does, however, seem to be a variation of a French form, the rondeau.
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Thaedra Kroft
(9/22/2009 4:09:00 PM) |
Autumn is my favorite time of year! ! The leaves falling ever so gently down, almost like rain..
but without the wetness! !
Very introspective poem to me on the season that beckons winter, 'Come.'
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Thirupathi Narayan
(9/22/2009 1:11:00 PM) |
I would take the autumn in a total different way......
Shedding of leaves gives the sign of start of new fresh life... Spring is on its way....
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Ravi A
(9/22/2009 12:58:00 PM) |
Every season leaves an impact on the mind of every person. It is as if seasons have a say on our mind. Yes, definitely. Here, the poet sees Autumn in the above way. As trees shed out their leaves, it gives the reminder of death - very symbolic. Truly philosophical. As one would look at the bare tree branches, one can be driven to sadness. In cenemas, when a character is in a desolate condition, often a barren tree will also be included in the scene. This shows the general mood that a barren tree creates in the mind of man. The poet's mind is also within the same framework.
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Albert Ahearn
(9/22/2009 6:35:00 AM) |
For some of us when autumn leaves begin to fall
Become grief stricken in a listless sort of way.
We become aimless somnambulists whose
Unsteady, fleeting thoughts are purposeless
Rarely noticing that leaves never show pain.
Yet some of us do notice and realize that our fate
Will be just as pleasing as an Autumn falling leaf.
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Kevin Straw
(9/22/2009 6:00:00 AM) |
'Languid grief' I have problems with - a grief which has no energy?
And how is this grief 'laid on' the heart - grief is not a covering of the heart, it is the metaphorical heart itself suffering.
Does the brain 'beat' - the heart does, but the brain?
How can a soul feel 'like a dried sheaf'? It is not enough to say 'dried sheaf', there must be a characteristic of the soul equal to a characteristic of a dried sheaf to make the metaphor work. 'Her eyes were like stars' compares her eyes' sparkle with that of stars, and is a true, but hackneyed, metaphor. Had Rossetti ever felt a dried sheaf, and does he say now that his soul feels like that?
An idea expressed well technically (apart from above) but which lacks creative bite. I really do not believe in this poem. I hate to say it is dishonest, but it does not strike me as honest. It reads like a word game the poet played in his study. Am I being unfair?
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Robert Quilter
(9/22/2008 12:22:00 PM) |
pleasant..slightly sad..nice structure and rhyme..wish i could think of more to say
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Mo.
(9/22/2007 2:51:00 AM) |
Nice Song!
''But Autumn is not my cup of Tea;
Best in Spring! ''
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