Tuesday, November 4, 2008

To See Beauty Stiffened

The Death Of Autumn

When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes,
And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind
Like aged warriors westward, tragic, thinned
Of half their tribe, and over the flattened rushes,
Stripped of its secret, open, stark and bleak,
Blackens afar the half-forgotten creek,—
Then leans on me the weight of the year, and crushes
My heart. I know that Beauty must ail and die,
And will be born again,—but ah, to see
Beauty stiffened, staring up at the sky!
Oh, Autumn! Autumn!—What is the Spring to me?

Edna St. Vincent Millay


elizabeth said...

We're finally getting the gorgeous colors of autumn - I'm in no hurry to see it go!

Heather said...

It really doesn't last long enough, does it. Every year I promise to get out and breathe it in before it passes. Alas, another year has escaped me...........