Goodbye October
Welcome sweet smelling fire, more cashmere sweaters and leafless trees.
Hi guys,
As October is near it’s end, I’ve enclosed some poems that I am particularly fond of and a letter from me to October.
Love,
Subha <3
3 poems that I am fond of…
“Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold”
by William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
“From Sunset to Star Rise”
by Christina Rossetti
Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot.
Take counsel, sever from my lot your lot,
Dwell in your pleasant places, hoard your gold;
Lest you with me should shiver on the wold,
Athirst and hungering on a barren spot.
For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge,
I live alone, I look to die alone:
Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge,
Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back,
My heart goes sighing after swallows flown
On sometime summer's unreturning track.
“October’s Party”
By George Cooper
October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came—
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
The Chestnuts came in yellow,
The Oaks in crimson dressed;
The lovely Misses Maple
In scarlet looked their best;
All balanced to their partners,
And gaily fluttered by;
The sight was like a rainbow
New fallen from the sky.
Then, in the rustic hollow,
At hide-and-seek they played,
The party closed at sundown,
And everybody stayed.
Professor Wind played louder;
They flew along the ground;
And then the party ended.
“A letter to October”
by Subha Mahmud.
‘Dear Autumn, I would write as the cold wind brushed over my lashes making me miffed for a second,
Dear Autumn, I would write as the warm rusty tone of my cashmere sweater coincides with the receded autumn leaves in the trail,
Dear Autumn, I would write as the soft glare dances in the yellow and beige tinted paper while I curl up with a good book and an excellent view.
Dear Autumn, I whispered as I took deep breaths of the frosty goodness that mother nature had to offer,
Dear Autumn, I shrugged as the zeal of watching old films and empty cassette players took over me while my midterms were at the door, oh dear autumn I sadly sighed as the stress of exams came ringing louder than ever.
Oh dear autumn, I mumbled, as I re-watched old classicals and hummed to the tunes from my cassette player while drinking warm chocolate, and i said, ‘thank you, sweet autumn for being the best friend mother nature can have'.’