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.
    Maureen

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

    SvaraRadera