October By Robert Frost

[conuly]

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.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/53084/october-56d23212a5b72

Comments

[minoanmiss]

I'm glad I got a notification of your posting this. I love Frost so much.

[conuly]

Me too!

I, uh, accidentally misposted it.

[minoanmiss]

Oh I know, I've done that too. Such is life. But then there is poetry!

[conuly]

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, a medley of extemporanea.

[minoanmiss]

And love is a thing that can never go wrong, and I am Marie of Roumania.

ahahhaahahbwee

[conuly]

Although, weirdly not, because I got it from Dear Annie.

[asakiyume]

Oh wow, this is so beautiful, and along the exact lines of my thoughts yesterday. "Thy leaves have ripened to the fall" is such a laden and perfect way of saying it, and "Hearts not averse to being beguiled/Beguile us in the way you know" And then finishing with the grapes--DO IT FOR THE GRAPES IF NOTHING ELSE, OCTOBER.

Beautiful.

[movingfinger]

Waiting for the wasting storm right now...

thank you!!!

[siderea]

Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.

Dayum.

[adafrog]

:)