Comment 5 of 15, added on September 28th, 2005 at 10:14 PM.
Beautifully sad poem. Very true that the introductory sweetness is also
foreboding. I suspect that from 1920s vintage of her writing, that this
relationship may not have ?broken-up?, as was not the custom of the times,
but wore on into a loveless long relationship ? the reference to the fall
being the latter years of life and spring being youth. The ?hurt ? that it
went in little ways? perhaps refers to the pain of long suffering a dieing
love, and that the long suffering was worse than the loss of love.
I have a question ? is it better in a relationship to truly love someone
who doesn?t really love you, or be truly loved by someone you don?t really
love? Or perhaps which is worse??
Comment 4 of 15, added on August 3rd, 2005 at 5:09 PM.
When I was a teen-ager, in the 1960s, I memorized many of her poems, for
fun, and because I love poetry and tried to write poetry and prose. I
memorized this one, but over the years have forgotten about three of the
lines in the last stanza -- today I looked in two bookstores and one
library trying to find this poem but couldn't, so I came home and found it
here - what a relief! It is as fun, and lovely and most of what I had
memorized was correct. Her poems used to be published in 35 cent editions,
all her sonnets in one, all of some other type in another, maybe ballads.
sigh. thanks for putting this on the web, whoever did -
michele clark from United States
Comment 3 of 15, added on June 12th, 2005 at 4:55 PM.
My daughter's day care provider began reading her this poem daily when my
daughter was three months old. She is now four months, and reciting the
poem can make her stop crying. Of course she doesn't know the sad topic,
but loves the poem's cadence.
Terry O'Day from United States
Comment 2 of 15, added on May 8th, 2005 at 10:00 PM.
this poem is so sadly poignant. From the tone in the beginning i can almost
forsee the result....which is a slow and painful breakup i suspect. what's
worse is that she can't forget and is reminded every season of the ups and
downs of her fallen relationship.
Chant from United States
Comment 1 of 15, added on December 21st, 2004 at 11:31 AM.
I met a girl on holiday in Spain when I was seventeen, she was from new
York. her name is Karen Caputo. She sent me this poem in a letter, and I
lost both in the passing of time, but I never forgot either. Every time i
hear a crow or a rook call on an autumn day, i remember the poem, and her.
Every time I found a poetry anthology, I would look for this poem. It was
more than thirty years later - three years ago, when i suddenly though of
using the Internet to find the poem, which I did, and my tummy did a little
forward roll as i read it again. To me, a memory encapsulated by this peom
is the beauty of poetry, and the art of the poet. I love this poem, and I
from United Kingdom
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