I am looking for a poem about falling leaves and love. I am not looking for any specific one, I am making a scrapbook and I am looking for something to suit the style. Anyone have any suggestions please send them my way.
There was a wonderful little poem about the last two leaves left in a tree at the close of fall. I have been searching for this poem. I only have two clues:
1. The last line is "Winter had come."
2. The author's name contained the name Felix. Not sure if this is the first name or last name.
If anyone could help me find this poem, I would be very grateful.
Here's one:
Fall, leaves, fall'
by Emily Jane Brontė
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night's decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
One more:
The Falling Of The Leaves
by William Butler Yeats
AUTUMN is over the long leaves that love us,
And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us patt, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.
Original poem by Jacques Prevert, adapted to English by John Mercer, lyric by Joseph Kosma
Autumn Leaves
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold....
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hands, I used to hold
Since you went away, the days grow long
And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song.
But I miss you most of all my darling,
When autumn leaves start to fall.
Since you went away, the days grow long
And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song.
But I miss you most of all my darling,
When autumn leaves start to fall.
Autumn
Walter de la Mare
There is a wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought gold where your hair was,
Nought warm where your hand was,
But phantom forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Sad winds where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
Here's one by e. e. cummings:
a wind has blown the rain away
and blown
the sky away and all the leaves
away,
and the trees stand. I think i too
have known autumn too long
(and what have you to say,
wind wind wind--did you love
somebody
and have you the petal of
somewhere in your heart
pinched from the dumb summer?
O crazy daddy
of death dance cruelly for us and
start
the last leaf whirling in the final
brain
of air!) Let us as we have seen see
doom's integration . . . . . . a
wind has blown the rain
away and the leaves and the sky
and the
trees stand:
the trees stand. The trees,
suddenly waint against the moon's
face.
Well, the power of the last part is marred by a typo: "wait" should be the word.
It's Winter from the book 'Bambi' by Felix Salten written in 1928.
'The leaves were falling from the great oak at the meadow's edge.'
For the full words see [www.theblackriver.net] />
Henry
Come, little leaves,
Said the wind one day;
Come to the meadows
With me and play.
Put on your dresses
Of red and gold;
For summer is past,
And the days grow cold.
Soon as the leaves
Heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering,
One and all.
Over the meadows
They danced and flew,
All singing the soft
Little songs they knew.
Dancing and flying,
The leaves went along,
Til Winter called them
To end their sweet song.
Soon, fast asleep
In their earthy beds,
The snow lay a coverlet
O'er their heads.
The leaves of brown came tumbling down, remember?
In September, in the rain.
The sun went out just like a dying ember,
That September, in the rain.
To every word of love I heard you whisper,
The raindrops seemed to play a sweet refrain.
Though Spring is here, to me it's still September.
That September, in the rain.
Words by Al Dubin
Can somebody give me a commentary on this poem for my English test please?
Answer me back please!!!
Have you ever heard this song actually sung by anyone from many years ago?
Actually, I recall the song. The one I'm thinking off was popular in the mid or late 50's but I don't reall the singer.
john
but I don't reall the singer.
Dinah Washington, perhaps? The song has been recorded over 300 times. A full list of those who recorded it can be found at the link below:
[www.allmusic.com] />
Les
Post Edited (03-10-05 23:18)
There is a wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
The structure of this poem is slightly like the structure of the sub-continental/persian poetry form - the ghazal.
This one too:
The leaves of brown came tumbling down, remember?
In September, in the rain.
The sun went out just like a dying ember,
That September, in the rain.
The structure of rhyme and refrain: rhyme because it is poetry; refrain because it is poetry set to tune.
Unlike the Haiku, the Ghazal did not become very popular in English, perhaps because of the differences in the sentence structures of the east and west. (English sentences have end-focus and end-weight. This makes the refrains seem repetitive and the rhymes heavy as compared to Persian or Urdu, where sentences end with auxillliaries.)
Definitions for the ghazal appear to be diverse, although similar:
[www.google.com] />
The Princeton suggests it is spelled ghasel (or ghasal), and is "name given to lyric in eastern literature, especially Arabic, Persian, Turkish, Urdu, and Pashto ... Such a poem, whose theme is generally love and wine, often mystically understood, varies in length from 5 to 12 couplets all upon the same rhyme. The poet signs his name in the final couplet."
Bob's Byway suggests,
"GHAZAL (ga-ZAL)
A short monorhymed Middle Eastern lyric poem in which the first two lines rhyme with a corresponding rhyme in the second line of each succeeding couplet, thus a rhyme scheme of aa, ba, ca, etc. The ghazal usually deals with themes of love in a melancholy mood. "
Wikipedia seems to have the best take on it:
[en.wikipedia.org]
Thanks Les, it was Dinah Washington. A truly great voice.
john