Autumn Journal

Fall Colors



September has come, it is hers

Whose vitality leaps in the autumn,

Whose nature prefers

Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace.

So I give her this month and the next

Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already

So many of its days intolerabel or perplexed

But so many more so happy.

Who has left a scent on my life, and left my walls

Dancing over and over with her shadows

Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls

And all of London littered with remembered kisses.


by Louis MacNeice (1907 - 1963), Irish poet and playwright.




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