Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Autumn Movement - Poem by Carl Sandburg

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper
   sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes,
   new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind,
   and the old things go, not one lasts.

Comments about Autumn Movement by Carl Sandburg

  • (11/14/2016 11:03:00 AM)

    Beautiful summation of nature's cycle given through a superb poem. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/31/2016 10:50:00 PM)

    Superb. speechless, (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (9/30/2015 3:51:00 PM)

    Everything passes- a sad truth beautifully said in this poem. Yet Sandburg holds out the promise that more beautiful things will come and be enjoyed before they too pass away. I did not like his poetry when I was younger- now that I am wiser, I see the power in his unique vision. (Report) Reply

    (12/12/2017 2:41:00 PM)

    hi susan, thank you for your indepth feelings- ! !

  • Kim Barney (9/30/2015 2:41:00 PM)

    Sandberg was a master, and this poem is very good. I was disappointed that it wasn't a bit longer. Some of his longer poems are even better. (Report) Reply

  • Seema Jayaraman (9/30/2015 7:25:00 AM)

    thoroughly mesmerized...the beauty of autumn so poetically brought out..the best lines I liked The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the adding this poem to my favourite list..thanks (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (9/30/2015 5:08:00 AM)

    The taker of seeds; and, the muse of nature. Life has a meaning to all of us. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Kinyua Karanja (9/30/2015 3:19:00 AM)

    Amazing poem, It's true no beautiful things or lovely last, beauty is generally temporary. Nice poem. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (9/30/2015 3:15:00 AM)

    This is the time of Autumn, when old things of Nature die and go! (Report) Reply

  • (8/15/2008 10:47:00 AM)

    Dear Carl,

    you amaze stun gratify and glorify. I thank God every day for your writing.
    Did you want - seek - immortality?

    Because you, along with the Beats, are most deserving.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

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