The morns are meeker than they were —
The nuts are getting brown —
The berry’s cheek is plumper —
The Rose is out of town.
The Maple wears a gayer scarf —
The field a scarlet gown —
Lest I should be old fashioned
I’ll put a trinket on.
The morns are meeker than they were —
The nuts are getting brown —
The berry’s cheek is plumper —
The Rose is out of town.
The Maple wears a gayer scarf —
The field a scarlet gown —
Lest I should be old fashioned
I’ll put a trinket on.
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Nature is forever changing.
“The nuts are getting brown-“
The poem speaks of ongoing change in both the wild world and the civilized world. Mother Nature is depicted as conscious and enthusiastic about change, mirroring civilization’s passion for the same. And yet, as the changes in Nature are cyclical, so in the world of civilization do the constant changes merely represent a great cycle. There is an upgrade of technology and of social consciousness with each revolution, but the basic themes remain the same. In “the morns are meeker than they were” Dickinson is showing us how, despite the new faces and stories we impose upon it, the human story is the same as it has always been.
beautiful poem…cant express the way it makes me feel…
to us, my 5 and 7 yodd’s this poem is talking about in autumn, the mornings being much meeker than previous season…and of other changes taking place, berries plumper, nuts turing brown, ect. and the second stanza…looking at the changing trees and the fields…how the colors of fall are different as if they had put on new clothes, fancy clothes….so unless she (emily) is going to be old fashioned and not bother with the changing “trend” so to speek, she will put on a trinket.
Um, i really didn’t understand it…