Along the waste, a great way off, the pines,
Like tall slim priests of storm, stand up and bar
The low long strip of dolorous red that lines
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In Autumn is about the Fall- the season of fall and the fall of man. The words are so well-chosen for the atmosphere of both- trees are tall slim priests, the landscape is brown, the winds moan, all is sadness. Very well written.
Very enjoyable. This one was certainly worth reading. Thanks, Poem Hunter, for selecting it as poem of the day.
A great poem about the autumn and experienced the joy of reciting such a wonderful poem.
A wonderful poem of autumn, just as 'April In the Hills' by the same poet is a wonderful poem of spring.
Here i sit upon this naked stone! With the muse of nature around me. Nice piece.
Autumn, old age, ageing...such certainity..the grey in the color band so beautifully depicted in this poem..the best lines I liked Here I will wait a little; I am weary, Not torn with pain of any lurid hue, But only still and very gray and dreary, Sweet sombre lands, like you. Thanks
Very nice poetical description and an evoking art of sensualism and images. A wonderfully mysterious journey°