Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature
— not his Father but his Mother stirs
within him, and he becomes immortal with her
immortality. From time to time she claims
kindredship with us, and some globule
from her veins steals up into our own.
I am the autumnal sun,
With autumn gales my race is run;
When will the hazel put forth its flowers,
Or the grape ripen under my bowers?
When will the harvest or the hunter’s moon
Turn my midnight into mid-noon?
I am all sere and yellow,
And to my core mellow.
The mast is dropping within my woods,
The winter is lurking within my moods,
And the rustling of the withered leaf
Is the constant music of my grief….
It’s now 2019 and I’m a junior in highs hill learning about this poem and I don’t get it
i am david is a book indeed and i will love to read this book many days or night the first day i read this book i was fallen with humanity but one thing i learn from this book is that david never gave up. so david should be our exmple.if we are goin through problem we shouldn’t gave up there is hope for us.
.. Maybe its just my ignorance, but i didnt understand the poem to well… I liked the sound of it and loved the last line constant something music of my greif.. awsome line, but other then the last line and “intro” if you will to the body of the poem i didnt undertand a bit. well that me. ^_^