måndag 1 oktober 2012

October

The month of carnival of all the year,
When Nature lets the wild earth go its way
And spend whole seasons on a single day.
The spring-time holds her white and purple dear;
October, lavish, flaunts them far and near;
The summer charily her reds doth lay
Like jewels on her costliest array;
October, scornful, burns them on a bier.
The winter hoards his pearls of frost in sign
Of kingdom: whiter pearls than winter knew,
Or Empress wore, in Egypt's ancient line,
October, feasting 'neath her dome of blue,
Drinks at a single draught, slow filtered through
Sunshiny air, as in a tingling wine!

                                                                 Helen Jackson Hunt


6 kommentarer:

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    1. Hello Connie,
      Nice to meet you!
      Margaretha

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    1. Thank you Val,
      I hope you had a lovely October, and that November will be as nice.
      My life is still rather complicated, so I don't spend much time here.
      Margaretha

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  3. Just found your blog. Wonderful! I love poetry, and trees.

    SvaraRadera
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    1. Viv,
      I'm glad you found my blog!
      I meant to answer you right away - but instead of doing that, I spent all my time reading about your childhood! I'll return there when I have time.
      Margaretha

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