Autumn Song Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

No I do not know, is the short answer. The question is has Rossetti. My soul has never felt like a dried sheaf ready for harvesting - I would not know what that felt like. My soul has felt like laughing when it reads such a synthetic nonsense poem as this. Why would one feel grief at the fall of a leaf, apart from the fact that the two words rhyme? I do not believe in this poem.

indeed, the fall of the leaf is not as grievous at all..... the narrator presented the fall of the leaf as an image to describe a humane characteristic of a person... every person can be happy and sometime sad, even grieving...the narrator compared the grief of a man to the season (autumn) ... grieving is not a weakness at all, although we feel frail when we're are grieving.... grieving is a powerful emotions that makes a man stronger.....(although too much is not good) the falling of the leaves is like the rolling of the tears in our cheeks.... and it is power...it means we are human...we are powered emotionally....and we are living.... the dead cries no more.....so we are fortunate we still can cry....grieve... and autumn, therefore, doesn't mean grief but power...

The poet is saddened when a tree sheads a leaf and that leaf covers the ground like a bed for someone to sleep and it is only in Autumn this happens. Then the next stanza says something about the brain.In Autumn only, our brain wants to beat swiftly, but because it is Autumn, it is relaxed and this chief of joy(i.e.the brain) does not suffer the pain of beating swiftly.Then in the third stanza, the soul of man is decribed to a dried sheaf, which is almost dead and {death} is like a comedy of errors.A great poem, if someone goes deep into it. Manohar Bhatia.

This poem describes the pains experienced by nature at the end of autumn and how these pains are translated to humankind. A very impressive poem by the english poet.5 Stars Full

This poem on Autumn has been nicely executed.So touching.Thanks for sharing.

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf How the heart feels a languid grief Laid on it for a covering, And how sleep seems a goodly thing In Autumn at the fall of the leaf Autumn is the season for sadness because life change from green to yellow and the human soul as well. The poem expresses the deep human feelings of sadness and grief. the poet connects the bareness of autumn with death. It is a gloomy picture but it is truth about life.

I have always found Autumn to be the hardest season in which to say goodbyes...Like the shift from greens to crisp crimson, the change comes too quickly....A beautiful poem herein.

fall of the leaf, meaningful.