Autumn Poems
Your Laughter
by Pablo Neruda
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.
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On Raglan Road
by Patrick Kavanagh
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay -
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.
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If You Forget Me
by Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
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Tropicalia
by Henrique Mirahy
I am certain that along these fields of rolling green fertility,
beneath a wavering twilight,
your spirit dwells in a veil, suspended
across the valley with the breeze, amongst the wildflowers,
in this warm October
The Mother Mourns
by Thomas Hardy
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time,
And sedges were horny,
And summer's green wonderwork faltered
On leaze and in lane,
I fared Yell'ham-Firs way, where dimly
Came wheeling around me
Those phantoms obscure and insistent
That shadows unchain.
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Tropicalia
by Henrique Mirahy
I am certain that along these fields of rolling green fertility,
beneath a wavering twilight,
your spirit dwells in a veil, suspended
across the valley with the breeze, amongst the wildflowers,
in this warm October
September
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
In the late summer
The leaves are beginning
To fall
I am waiting for
Yr birth
As I return
To autumn
Automne à Paris
by Mario Odekerken
La Seine s'attarde,
comme si elle se souvenait de quelque chose.
Les feuilles dorées s'amoncellent
aux pieds des statues
qui ont vu trop d'adieux.
Nous marchons en silence.
Ta main frôle la mienne,
légère comme le vent
portant l'odeur des marrons chauds,
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Autumn leaves
by Mario Odekerken
They fall
without asking,
without noise,
just letting go.
Each one a moment
that has lived its time.
The trees do not mourn.
They prepare.
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Fall
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
It’s gradually falling
Summer is increasingly lolling
The leaves are gently browning
We can’t wait for October’s crowning
When the gold leaves of lustre
Charm the fold with their cluster,
Flamboyantly trooping the autumn colours
And socially grouping them with lullers.
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Mary Jacqueline Simon Moo (2 poems about Autumn)
Jacqueline S. Moore] (1926-2002 / Hannibal, Missouri, -