Other poems to connect with autumn

Fall leaves, fall (poem by Emily Brontë)

Fall, leaves, fall; wither, flowers, fade away;
Lengthen the night and shorten the day;
Each leaf speaks to me of happiness
while shaking in the autumn tree.

I will smile when the snow garlands
bloom where roses should grow;
I will sing when the night falls
herald a darker day.

The British writer uses the fall of leaves as a symbol of transition and change, while celebrating beauty in decay.

Song of Autumn (poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti)

Don’t you know that, when the leaf falls, the heart feels a languid sadness
that covers him like a cloak,

and that rest seems a good thing,
in autumn, when the leaves fall?

And like the rapid beat of the brain
hesitate because it is in vain…
In the fall, when the leaves fall,
Don’t you know that joy suffers pain?

Don’t you know that when the leaf falls,
the soul feels like a dried sheaf
– moored for harvest –
because Death seems like something beautiful
– in autumn, when the leaves fall?

This poem by Rossetti captures with rich sensory details the gentle melancholy and the inevitable decline of vitality that autumn brings. With a tone of resignation, the poet accepts the inevitability of aging and death.

Autumn verses (poem by Alfonsina Storni)

Looking at my cheeks, which were red yesterday,
I have felt the autumn; his old age ailments
They have filled me with fear; the mirror told me
that it snows in my hair while the leaves fall…

What a curious destiny! He has knocked on my doors
in the middle of spring to give me snow
and my hands freeze under the light pressure
of a hundred blue roses on her dead fingers

I already feel completely invaded by ice;
my teeth chatter while the sun, outside,
it puts golden spots, just like in spring,
and laughs in the deep depths of the sky.

And I cry slowly, with a cursed pain…
with a pain that weighs on all my fibers,
Oh, the pale death that offers me its wedding
and the blurry mystery loaded with infinity!

But I rebel!… How does this human form
that cost matter so many transformations
It kills me, chest inside, all the illusions
and gives me the night almost in the middle of the morning?

The Argentine poet uses in this poem autumn images to express feelings of loneliness and reflectionand to present a metaphor for the passage of time and the emotions it entails.

Autumn, boys (poem by Evaristo Carriego)

Autumn, guys. has arrived
without even feeling it,
rainy, melancholic, quiet.
The familiar bustle of the sidewalk
so cheerful on summer nights
it fades away to prayer. The people
Leave the doors early.
He leaves them silently.
Little autumn afternoon, the blind man sings
less frequent air than in the corner
the barrel organ moaned, how sad
The neighbor has been going for days!
Will some new disappointment have her like this?
Melancholic and rainy autumn,
What will you leave, autumn, at home this year?
Which sheet will you take? so silent
You arrive and you scare us.

Yes, it gets dark
and we feel you, in the homely peace,
enter without a rumor How it ages
our maiden aunt!

The Argentine poet Evaristo Carriego presents us autumn as a melancholic seasonwhere the leaves fall and the landscapes become gloomy. It contrasts youthful energy with the decline of nature and suggests that life, like autumn, inevitably fades.