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October

Rating: 3.3
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
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Monday, January 13, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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COMMENTS
Basil Croeser 04 June 2019
Could elaves be related to leaves?
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Elena Sholosh 28 September 2018
For me it's obvious that the poem is more about our dear people, leaving us. The older we are, entering into our autumn, the more dear ones and friends we lose. We can only pray, Please, not so fast! Slow, please! My mum is 90 and almost all her friends are gone. It's so sad! I wish this version had less misprints.
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Upendra Upm 20 March 2017
Hearts not averse to being beguiled, He wants only two leaves to be shed. he wants sun to be retarded.he wants time to move slow.
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Rajnish Manga 10 October 2015
Come October and the change in season is more than visible. The morning breeze has this message splashed all around. Great poem. To quote a few lines: Make the day seem to us less brief. Retard the sun with gentle mist;
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Kim Barney 10 October 2015
I love Robert Frost (that's why I made him keeper of the gate in my poem POETRY HEAVEN) , but this version of the poem is full of errors. Sunprincess already corrected them almost three years ago [see her comment below], yet Poem Hunter has done nothing to fix them. A travesty. Come on, Poem Hunter, fix the mistakes already!
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Susan Williams 10 October 2015
A great poem to read as I sit by my picture window looking out on the October trees- he was such a favored poet, favored with a searching mind, a sensitive heart, and boundless literary talent
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Rahman Henry 10 October 2015
For the grapes' sake, if the were all, Whose elaves already are burnt with frost, Whose clustered fruit must else be lost— For the grapes' sake along the all. YES, THIS IS ROBERT FROST; the one and the only in the world.
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Seema Jayaraman 10 October 2015
something so special about October and autumn, triggers that special ochre of creativity from the poets.. liked this poem.
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Mark Arvizu 31 March 2015
To where do the crows call us? Where are the leaves going?
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Stephen W 05 July 2013
Thanks to Sunprincess for formatting it correctly.
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