It's full Autumn in New England, and who better to write a poem about
it than Robert Frost?
In Hardwood Groves
The same leaves over and over again!
They fall from giving shade above
To make one texture of faded brown
And fit the earth like a leather glove.
Before the leaves can mount again
To fill the trees with another shade
They must go down past things coming up.
They must go down into the dark decayed.
They must be pierced by flowers and put
Beneath the feet of dancing flowers
However it is in some other world
I know that this is the way in ours.
-Robert Frost
2 comments:
I love Robert Frost! He seems to be out of favour at the moment as it's not easy to find his works at the library.
You have a lovely autumn background for your blog and have added the perfect poem to go with it. Thank you.
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