Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | September 24, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Autumn Movement

by Carl Sandburg (1878 – 1967).

Autumn Movement (1919)

I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful
thing lasts.

The field of cornflowers yellow is a scarf at the neck
of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of
the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full
of holes, new beautiful things come in the first
spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old
things go, not one lasts.


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