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October's Bright Blue Weather
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O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather;
When loud the bumblebee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And goldenrod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
When gentians roll their fingers tight
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning;
When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;
When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;
When springs run low, and on the brooks,
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;
When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
October's bright blue weather.
O sun and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October's bright blue weather.
Helen Hunt Jackson
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Rose Hess
(10/12/2008 11:57:00 AM) |
I agree with Lorna Rudisill's comments. I too had a wonderful music teacher (in retrospect, this was indeed an enrichment to my upbringing but did not realize it at the time (1940's and 1950's) who taught us a song based on this poem. Like
Lorna I find myself pulling out the file each October and singing it. It is so
crisp and exhilarating! rose c. hess OCTOBER 12,2008
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Lorna Rudisill
(9/25/2006 10:52:00 PM) |
We were required to learn and then recite this poem back in elementary school-that is some 70 years ago and i still think of it every year when October comes around and the air is so crisp and exhilerating.
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