Archibald Macleish Autumn Poems
- 1. Autumn
Sun smudge on
the smoky water
... - 2. Immortal Autumn
I speak this poem now with grave and level voice
In praise of autumn, of the far-horn-winding fall.
I praise the flower-barren fields, the clouds, the tall
... - 3. Before March
THE gull's image and the gull
Meet upon the water
All day I have thought of her
There is nothing left of that year
... - 4. The Old Men In The Leaf Smoke
The old men rake the yards for winter
Burning the autumn-fallen leaves.
They have no lives, the one or the other.
The leaves are dead, the old men live
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