Autumn Movement Poem by Carl Sandburg

Autumn Movement

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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.

Autumn Movement
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Claire Avaline 15 August 2008

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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Kinyua Karanja 30 September 2015

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

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Edward Kofi Louis 30 September 2015

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

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Ramesh T A 30 September 2015

This is the time of Autumn, when old things of Nature die and go!

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Ratnakar Mandlik 14 November 2016

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

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M Asim Nehal 31 January 2016

Superb. speechless,

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Susan Williams 30 September 2015

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.

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susan2 12 December 2017

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

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Kim Barney 30 September 2015

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.

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Seema Jayaraman 30 September 2015

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 copper..am adding this poem to my favourite list..thanks

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