AUTUMN (November) Poem by Walter de la Mare

AUTUMN (November)

Rating: 3.4


There is a wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.

Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.

Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Irving Montero 28 December 2004

Delicious poem! very warm! ! !

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Valentina Fan 01 August 2020

is there a metaphor in " beneath the thorn" ?

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Baarakallah feeq

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Susan Williams 09 July 2018

Fall is so very melancholy yet in nature the season is a season of rest and restoration..... would that loss of human. life were that way

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Palak 30 May 2018

Wow love this poem

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Carolyn Solomon 29 March 2008

What a sad and beautiful poem about the death of a child. Very moving.

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