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osprey_archer) wrote2013-09-14 09:04 am
osprey_archer) wrote2013-09-14 09:04 am
Autumn: Ten Things
My favorite season is upon us! More or less: it’s only early September, it may get hot again. But it feels like autumn to me: the nights chill, the days creeping into warmth, and the trees beginning to turn.
Here are a few of my favorite things:
1. Hot apple cider! I love hot apple cider.
2. Apple picking. I’ve never actually gone apple-picking, but I am generally fond of picking edible things.
3. Pumpkin bread!
4. In keeping with the theme of “edible delights of autumn,” of course I must have an autumn tea. Or rather an autumn cider, as we would have hot apple cider instead of tea. And pumpkin bread!
5. I’ve been contemplating the tea decor: tiny pumpkins, of course. Also maybe autumn leaves? I feel like bringing fallen leaves into the house might look more untidy than anything else…
6. Plus, we could read autumn-themed poems! I would bring Gerard Manley Hopkin’s Spring and Fall: To a Young Child. Or maybe something by Dickinson.
7. I also tend to rewatch Phoebe in Wonderland in the autumn.
8. The autumn colors. I love the autumn has a palate, red and gold and brown - as does winter; white and black and hints of gold. Summer and spring are all colors, which is lovely but less striking.
9. Falling leaves.
10. HALLOWEEN.
***
Spring and Fall: To a Young Child
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Márgarét, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
Here are a few of my favorite things:
1. Hot apple cider! I love hot apple cider.
2. Apple picking. I’ve never actually gone apple-picking, but I am generally fond of picking edible things.
3. Pumpkin bread!
4. In keeping with the theme of “edible delights of autumn,” of course I must have an autumn tea. Or rather an autumn cider, as we would have hot apple cider instead of tea. And pumpkin bread!
5. I’ve been contemplating the tea decor: tiny pumpkins, of course. Also maybe autumn leaves? I feel like bringing fallen leaves into the house might look more untidy than anything else…
6. Plus, we could read autumn-themed poems! I would bring Gerard Manley Hopkin’s Spring and Fall: To a Young Child. Or maybe something by Dickinson.
7. I also tend to rewatch Phoebe in Wonderland in the autumn.
8. The autumn colors. I love the autumn has a palate, red and gold and brown - as does winter; white and black and hints of gold. Summer and spring are all colors, which is lovely but less striking.
9. Falling leaves.
10. HALLOWEEN.
***
Spring and Fall: To a Young Child
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Márgarét, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
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In my very early childhood, we went to an old orchard that still had non-dwarf trees, and there were tapered ladders that you could lean against the trees to climb up in them. Later it was all dwarf trees, which is still fun, but not the same as these grand, gnarled trees.
The Hopkins poem I associate with my mother's death. I came across it first in a collection of songs put out by Natalie Merchant that came out, and that I listened to, right after she died. Plus, my mother's name was Margaret.
... I do think it's a lovely poem.
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I hope the poem didn't bring up too many bad memories.