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Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost was born on March 26, 1874, in San Francisco,...
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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 Amy Lowell
Autumn
by Richard Garcia
Autumn
by T. E. Hulme
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
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 William Blake
To Autumn
by John Keats, read by Stanley Plumly
Under the Harvest Moon
by Carl Sandburg
When Autumn Came
by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
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October

 
by Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild,	
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;	
To-morrow's wind, if it be wild,	
Should waste them all.	
The crows above the forest call;	        
To-morrow 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 one 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 are burnt with frost,	
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—	        
For the grapes' sake along the wall.






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