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FURTHER READING
Poems for Autumn
Not Merely Because of the Unknown That Was Stalking Toward Them [But the rocking chair]
by Jenny Boully
After Apple-Picking
by Robert Frost
Autumn
by T. E. Hulme
Autumn
by Amy Lowell
Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio
by James Wright
Autumn Evening
by David Lehman
Autumn Grasses
by Margaret Gibson
Autumn Movement
by Carl Sandburg
Fall
by Edward Hirsch
Fall Parties
by Becca Klaver
Home
by Bruce Weigl
Lament of the Middle Man
by Jay Parini
Late Autumn Wasp
by James Hoch
Leaves
by Lloyd Schwartz
Mnemosyne
by Trumbull Stickney
November
by William Cullen Bryant
November Night
by Adelaide Crapsey
October
by Robert Frost
Ode to the West Wind
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Spring and Fall
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73)
by William Shakespeare
The Magpie's Shadow
by Yvor Winters
The Plain Sense of Things
by Wallace Stevens
The Widening Spell of the Leaves
by Larry Levis
The Wild Swans at Coole
by W. B. Yeats
To Autumn
by John Keats, read by Stanley Plumly
To Autumn
by William Blake
Under the Harvest Moon
by Carl Sandburg
When Autumn Came
by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Other Sonnets
A Certain Slant of Sunlight
by Ted Berrigan
A Sonnet from the Archive Of Love's Failures, Volumes 1-3.5 Million
by Anne Boyer
Acquainted with the Night
by Robert Frost
American Sonnet (10)
by Wanda Coleman
American Sonnet (35)
by Wanda Coleman
Anthem for Doomed Youth
by Wilfred Owen
Atlantis—A Lost Sonnet
by Eavan Boland
Chopin
by Emma Lazarus
Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
by William Wordsworth
Death, be not proud (Holy Sonnet 10)
by John Donne
Discourse
by Forrest Hamer
Echoes
by Emma Lazarus
Gapped Sonnet
by Suzanne Gardinier
God's Grandeur
by Gerard Manley Hopkins, read by Karen Volkman
Half-Hearted Sonnet
by Kim Addonizio
History
by Robert Lowell
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I shall forget you presently, my dear (Sonnet XI)
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I think I should have loved you presently (Sonnet IX)
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love is Not All (Sonnet XXX)
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love Song for Love Songs
by Rafael Campo
Mother Night
by James Weldon Johnson
My Letters! all dead paper... (Sonnet 28)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)
by William Shakespeare
November
by William Cullen Bryant
Oil & Steel
by Henri Cole
Sappho and Phaon: Sonnet III
by Mary Robinson
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)
by William Shakespeare
Shawl
by Albert Goldbarth
Silence
by Thomas Hood
Sonnet
by Alice Dunbar-Nelson
Sonnet 1
by Gwendolyn Bennett
Sonnet 100
by Lord Brooke Fulke Greville
Sonnet 101 [Ways apt and new to sing of love I'd find]
by Petrarch
Sonnet 131 [I'd sing of Love in such a novel fashion]
by Petrarch
Sonnet 6
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Sonnet 8 [Set me where as the sun doth parch the green]
by Petrarch
Sonnet V
by Mahmoud Darwish
Sonnet [Nothing was ever what it claimed to be,]
by Karen Volkman
Sonnet—Silence
by Edgar Allan Poe
Testing Gardening
by Marie Ponsot
The Clouded Morning
by Jones Very
Today We Make the Poet's Words Our Own
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When I Consider How My Light Is Spent
by John Milton
Without Discussion
by Samuel Amadon
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Autumn

 
by Richard Garcia

Both lying on our sides, making love in
spoon position when sheís startled, Whatís that?
She means the enormous ship passing before you—
maybe not that large, is it a freighter

or a passenger ship?  But it seems huge in the dark
and itís so close.  Thatís a poem you say, D. H.
Lawrence—Have you built your ship of death,
have you? O build your ship of death,

For you will need it.  Right here it would be good 
if there were a small orchestra on board, youíd hear
them and say to her, That piece is called Autumn

thatís what the brave musicians played as the Titanic
went under—and then you could name this poem "Autumn."
But no, the ship is silent, its white lights glow in the darkness.






From The Persistence of Objects by Richard Garcia. Copyright © 2006 by Richard Garcia. Used by permission of BOA Editions, Ltd.
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