Archibald Lampman

(17 November 1861 - 10 February 1899 / Morpeth, Ontario)

In October - Poem by Archibald Lampman

Along the waste, a great way off, the pines,
Like tall slim priests of storm, stand up and bar
The low long strip of dolorous red that lines
The under west, where wet winds moan afar.
The cornfields all are brown, and brown the meadows
With the blown leaves' wind-heaped traceries,
And the brown thistle stems that cast no shadows,
And bear no bloom for bees.

As slowly earthward leaf by red leaf slips,
The sad leaves rustle in chill misery,
A soft strange inner sound of pain-crazed lips,
That move and murmur incoherently;
As if all leaves, that yet have breath, were sighing,
With pale hushed throats, for death is at the door,
So many low soft masses for the dying
Sweet leaves that live no more.

Here I will sit upon this naked stone,
Draw my coat closer with my numbed hands,
And hear the ferns sigh, and the wet woods moan,
And send my heart out to the ashen lands;
And I will ask myself what golden madness,
What balmed breaths of dreamland spicery,
What visions of soft laughter and light sadness
Were sweet last month to me.

The dry dead leaves flit by with thin weird tunes,
Like failing murmurs of some conquered creed,
Graven in mystic markings with strange runes,
That none but stars and biting winds may read;
Here I will wait a little; I am weary,
Not torn with pain of any lurid hue,
But only still and very gray and dreary,
Sweet sombre lands, like you.


Comments about In October by Archibald Lampman

  • Paul Amrod (9/30/2015 5:43:00 PM)


    Very nice poetical description and an evoking art of sensualism and images. A wonderfully mysterious journey° (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams (9/30/2015 3:24:00 PM)


    In Autumn is about the Fall- the season of fall and the fall of man. The words are so well-chosen for the atmosphere of both- trees are tall slim priests, the landscape is brown, the winds moan, all is sadness. Very well written. (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (9/30/2015 2:38:00 PM)


    Very enjoyable. This one was certainly worth reading. Thanks, Poem Hunter, for selecting it as poem of the day. (Report) Reply

  • (9/30/2015 10:09:00 AM)


    A great poem about the autumn and experienced the joy of reciting such a wonderful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Dr. Lakshmi S Bose (9/30/2015 7:12:00 AM)


    Nicely written, thank you (Report) Reply

  • Ashirul Mondal (9/30/2015 5:58:00 AM)


    Wanderful poem No Doubt (Report) Reply

  • Paul Reed (9/30/2015 5:19:00 AM)


    A wonderful poem of autumn, just as 'April In the Hills' by the same poet is a wonderful poem of spring. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (9/30/2015 5:07:00 AM)


    Here i sit upon this naked stone! With the muse of nature around me. Nice piece. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (9/30/2015 3:12:00 AM)


    The sign of Autumn is wonderfully depicted in this poem! (Report) Reply

  • Seema Jayaraman (9/30/2015 2:26:00 AM)


    Autumn, old age, ageing...such certainity..the grey in the color band so beautifully depicted in this poem..the best lines I liked Here I will wait a little; I am weary,
    Not torn with pain of any lurid hue,
    But only still and very gray and dreary,
    Sweet sombre lands, like you.

    Thanks
    (Report) Reply

  • (9/30/2015 2:08:00 AM)


    beautiful...Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010



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