Tips:
Emily Bronte--艾米莉勃朗特(《呼嘯山莊作者》)
bliss--福佑
wreaths--花圈
drearier--沉悶
Politzer--喬治 波利策(詩人1903-1942)
gusty--有風的
gallop--疾馳
roaming--漫游
preen--精心打扮
The poetry of Autumn
Emily Bronte wrote a short poem about this time of year.
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Link the night and shor the day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
Although I admire Emily’s optimism, somehow I don’t think she could have been a gardener. Gardeners, I think, while welcoming the changing seasons are always looking ahead to next year’s roses. That is why, I believe that the author of another poem about autumn sounds as if he may have been a gardener. Politzer wrote:
Whirling leaves, golden and brown
Twisting and turning
Hurrying down
Driving wind, gusty and strong
Whistling and sighing
Rushing along
Scudding clouds, grey leaden sky
Laughing and playing
Galloping by.
Roaming birds, gathered for flight
Chirping and preening
Seeking sun light.
Drooping rose, scattered to earth,
Dying and fading
Waiting new birth.
As we walk around our gardens hoping to find that last rose of summer, we are already dreaming of roses yet to come.