A Vagabond Song Poem by Bliss William Carman
A Vagabond Song
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
Oh, what a lovely poem in all its textures and word choices and rhythm - -this goes on my Favorite list.
Amazing flow of imagery, rhyme and emotions. Enjoyed reading the meaningful poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Very beautiful imagination fantastically written poem.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir; We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
My mother and I recited this year's ago now I recite it over the grave every fall thanks
I love this poem. I first heard it in the 7th grade, and it described perfectly the way I feel about autumn; and the way my blood stirs in autumn.
I remember this poem when was a child in grade four in 1939 at Macdonald High School. My teacher, Shirley Osborn, was also very moved by this poem and read it to us. I still recall the words she read.
His poems ate so evocative and rich in emotion I love several of them.
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This poem lilts and calls us by name! I am totally captivated by the talent