Wild is the music of autumnal winds
Amongst the faded woods.
~William Wordsworth
Autumnal Winds
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John Donne ~ Autumn
No spring nor summer’s beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face….
~John Donne, “Elegy IX: The Autumnal”
John W. Fellows ~ Poem
I want to hear the simmer
Of the old coffee pot;
I want to hear it hummin’
When it’d gettin’ good and hot;
I want to see the vapor rise,
Like incense in the room,
And float about a-fillin’
Every corner with perfume.
~John W. Fellows, “The Old Coffee Pot,”
in The People’s Home Journal, July 1903
Poem: Walt Whitman, Miracles
“As for me, I know nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under the trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love,
Or sleep in bed at night with any one I love,
Or watch honey bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon…
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown,
Or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring…
What stranger miracles are there?”
– Walt Whitman
Poem: Amy Lowell, Lilacs
“Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple,
Colour of lilac,
Your great puffs of flowers
Are everywhere in this my New England …
Lilacs in dooryards
Holding quiet conversation with an early moon;
Lilacs watching a deserted house; …
Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom,
You are everywhere.”
– Amy Lowell
Poetry Quote ~ Paul Engle
“Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.” –
Paul Engle
