I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper
sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
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Everything passes- a sad truth beautifully said in this poem. Yet Sandburg holds out the promise that more beautiful things will come and be enjoyed before they too pass away. I did not like his poetry when I was younger- now that I am wiser, I see the power in his unique vision.
Sandberg was a master, and this poem is very good. I was disappointed that it wasn't a bit longer. Some of his longer poems are even better.
thoroughly mesmerized...the beauty of autumn so poetically brought out..the best lines I liked The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper..am adding this poem to my favourite list..thanks
The taker of seeds; and, the muse of nature. Life has a meaning to all of us. Thanks for sharing.
Amazing poem, It's true no beautiful things or lovely last, beauty is generally temporary. Nice poem.
This is the time of Autumn, when old things of Nature die and go!
Dear Carl, you amaze stun gratify and glorify. I thank God every day for your writing. Did you want - seek - immortality? Because you, along with the Beats, are most deserving.
Beautiful summation of nature's cycle given through a superb poem. Thanks for sharing it here.