tisdag 12 oktober 2010

October Trees
How innocent were these
Trees, that in mist-green May,
Blown by a prospering breeze,
Stood garlanded and gay;
Who now in sundown glow
Of serious colour clad
Confront me with their show
As though resigned and sad.
Trees who unwhispering stand
Umber and bronze and gold,
Pavilioning the land
For one grown tired and old;
Elm, chestnut, beech, and lime,
I am merged in you, who tell
Once more in tones of time
Your foliaged farewell.

.......... Siegfried Sassoon, The Tasking (1954)

2 kommentarer:

  1. Sassoon captures perfectly the wistfulness of autumn: the beauty combined with the knowledge that it will soon be gone.
    Thank you for reminding me of this poem, I haven't read it for many years.

  2. Maureen,
    There are plenty of poems about autumn - this time of the year seems to have inspired many poets.