Wednesday, July 9, 2014

October - Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow 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.

We desperately want to cling to things that we know must end and go.  October, presaging colder fall, and winter, please be kind.  Don't freeze the grapes on their vine on the wall.  Don't destroy our joy.  Release your leaves gradually, let us enjoy your beauty, don't make the day seem so short.  Frost is desperately clinging to the last beauties of summer and early fall.  Our hearts are not averse to being beguiled, we want to be charmed.  I think we can all understand this, at the cusp of seasons.

I'm not always a big fan of Robert Frost, but here, I think his frank style and measured rhymes work very well.  There's nothing challenging to explain, no difficult subtext, just an understandable sentiment wrapped in the loveliest images of fall that the mind can conjure.

1 comment:

  1. This poem of Robert Frost is a beautiful example of symbolism. The imagery is so beautifully crafted that one visualises the whole scene of october.
    To me the October is symbolised with old age and the approaching winter is the metaphor used for death. The ultimate reality is that the life has to go and cease ultimately. As we see the crimson and the pale scenes in October tell us of the approaching winter so does the old age alarm us about the death.Every animal especially the humans love their life and long for its eternity but that is not foing to happen at all. The life has to cease and the death has to overcome it so has the winter to overcome the autumn. The poets wants the death to delay for some time and let him live for some more time.