A poem to evoke the approach of fall

Discussion in 'General Chit-Chat' started by OldFashionedMama, Sep 10, 2010.

  1. OldFashionedMama

    OldFashionedMama Partyin' like it's 1699

    Fall in Northeast Ohio is so beautiful! I always start reading a lot around this time of the year, mostly romantic, sad, dreary stuff. I thought I would share one of my favorite poems, The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore. My neighbors have a rosebush on the side of the fence facing our driveway that, without fail, remains blooming and will produce one last flower in the first week of November. I can't ever bear to look at it! :cry:

    'Tis the last rose of summer,
    Left blooming alone ;
    All her lovely companions
    Are faded and gone ;
    No flower of her kindred,
    No rose-bud is nigh,
    To reflect back her blushes,
    Or give sigh for sigh.

    I'll not leave thee, thou lone one !
    To pine on the stem ;
    Since the lovely are sleeping,
    Go sleep thou with them.
    Thus kindly I scatter
    Thy leaves o'er the bed,
    Where thy mates of the garden
    Lie scentless and dead.

    So soon may I follow,
    When friendships decay,
    And from Love's shining circle
    The gems drop away.
    When true hearts lie wither'd,
    And fond ones are flown,
    Oh ! who would inhabit
    This bleak world alone ?
  2. jungatheart

    jungatheart Beginner's Mind

    Nice. Thanks

    I sit beside the fire and think
    of all that I have seen,
    of meadow-flowers and butterflies
    in summers that have been;

    Of yellow leaves and gossamer
    in Autumns that there were,
    with mornings mist and silver sun
    and wind upon my hair.

    I sit beside the fire and think
    of how the world will be
    when Winter comes without a spring
    that I shall ever see.

    For still there are so many things
    that I have never seen
    in every wood in every Spring
    there is a different green.

    I sit beside the fire and think
    of people long ago,
    and people who will see a world
    that I shall never know.

    But all the while I sit and think
    of times there were before,
    I listen for returning feet
    and voices at the door. J.R.R.Tolkien
    Last edited: Sep 10, 2010

  3. ZoomZoom

    ZoomZoom Rookie Prepper

    Nice stuff.

    My best contribution starts with "There once was a man from Nantucket" but that's probably not appropriate (since it's not about the change of season :))...
  4. gypsysue

    gypsysue The wanderer

    Thanks for both poems. Very nice.

    A couple lines from one of my favorites is:

    "I'm grateful for all that I've done,
    For my family I love, for my blessing from above,
    For the roses I've smell, and the babies I've held,
    (and I don't remember the rest)

    Part of why this stands out is one time while reciting, I mixed up that last line and said "for the roses I've held, and the babies I've smelled".
    After that I couldn't keep a straight face...
  5. The_Blob

    The_Blob performing monkey



    ****! it's COLD!

    :lolsmash: :lolsmash: :lolsmash: :lolsmash: :lolsmash:
  6. UncleJoe

    UncleJoe Well-Known Member


    Not yet. But it will be soon enough.
  7. HarleyRider

    HarleyRider Comic Relief Member

    A Miami Winter Poem...

    Come on in, the water's fine! Pass the suntan lotion.
  8. OldFashionedMama

    OldFashionedMama Partyin' like it's 1699

    Can't be any worse than "Here I sit, broken hearted. I tried to....."

    Well, you know the rest :D
  9. jungatheart

    jungatheart Beginner's Mind

    My favorite. Story of my life.

    The Road Not Taken

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear'
    Though as for that, the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    in leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I ......
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost