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Poet: Robert Frost (Robert Frost Art)
Poem: 28.
October
Volume: A Boy's Will
Year: Published/Written in 1913
Comment 15 of 15, added on June 1st, 2009 at 8:10 PM.
I had to memorize this poem in 5th grade. I can still remember parts of it 35 years later. My 5th grade teacher passed away on 5/30/09 at 100 years old. I immediately thought of this poem when I heard of her passing.
Tom from United States
Comment 14 of 15, added on April 1st, 2009 at 1:52 PM.
This poem is written with a lot of errors. It will make more sense if you have the poem written correctly.
Here is how the poem is supposed to be written:
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have rippened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind if it be wild,
should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release on leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow! Slow!
For the grapes sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost-
For the grapes sake, along the wall
- Robert Frost
Now it should make more sense to you....
Tina from United States
Comment 13 of 15, added on March 26th, 2009 at 12:27 AM.
The poet says that the October morning is quiet and mild because of cold. The leaves have ripened and may fall any time. If wind on the next day will be strong, it might make the leaves fall and turn into waste. The crows calling from the forest may gather themselves and move far from the chilly weather. So, the poet urges the October morning to begin the day bit slowly so that the day would seem bit longer. (In winter days are very brief). He says that human beings are not opposed to be enchanted. So, the nature should enchant them in its well known way. However, the poet urges nature to release one ripened leaf at dawn, one at noon, one from their trees, one from others. Finally, in the evening, when the sun is going to set, he wishes that mist should slow down its journey and enchant the entire sky with purple colour of amethyst.
hitesh wadhwani from India
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I had to memorize this poem in 5th grade. I can still remember parts of it 35 years later. My 5th grade teacher passed away on 5/30/09 at 100 years old. I immediately thought of this poem when I heard of her passing.
Tom from United States