Monday, October 15, 2012

October by Robert Frost [This Month's Poem]

Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

I know I surprised you by not posting a Poe poem this month.  But honestly?  Frost captures October in rhyme a lot better than Poe.  My favorite line?  "O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow."  Reason it's my fav?  Because 'round here in Mesa, October is when it starts cooling down.  It starts getting nicer and bearable to wake up in the morning and take a walk.  Light isn't bursting through my window and waking me up so stinking early! And it's one of my favorite months of the year.  Halloween, nicer temperatures, no sweaters needed... and I think Frost's depiction is perfect (even if leaves don't fall until December here).

What do you think about Frost's OCTOBER?