Monday, 1 October 2018

Poetry Revisited: In October by Bliss Carman

In October

(from Later Poems: 1921)

Now come the rosy dogwoods,
The golden tulip-tree,
And the scarlet yellow maple,
To make a day for me.
The ash-trees on the ridges,
The alders in the swamp,
Put on their red and purple
To join the autumn pomp.
The woodbine hangs her crimson
Along the pasture wall,
And all the bannered sumacs
Have heard the frosty call.
Who then so dead to valor
As not to raise a cheer,
When all the woods are marching
In triumph of the year?

Bliss Carman (1861-1929)
Canadian poet


  1. Great! I love trees and never more than in autumn. By the way, I gave you a shout out on my blog last week when I reviewed the Collected Poems of W B Yeats.

    1. Yes, the play of colours is awesome in autumn... trees are just beginning to turn yellow and red these days.

      Thanks for the shout-out... and the comment!


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