by Charmaine Jewell
Vivian loves poetry, especially A. E. Houseman who wrote a beauty about Autumn. Before we talk about that, here is a hat Vivian was inspired to create in the Fall of 2019 which she named Autumn.
By the way, the above is a recreation. The flash drive that the original Autumn was stored on was lost. At long, long last Vivian had time to recreate it — in all its glorious colors. Wow! We love it and hope you love it too.
Now . . . the poem.
A. E. Houseman
Now the poem.
Tell me not here, it needs not saying
A. E. Housman
Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
What tune the enchantress plays
In aftermaths of soft September
Or under blanching mays,
For she and I were long acquainted
Knowing all her ways.
On russet floors, by waters idle,
The pine lets fall its cone;
The cuckoo shouts all day at nothing
In leafy dells alone;
And traveller’s joy beguiles in Autumn
Hearts that lost their own.
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Autumn was the season of choice by poet A. E. Housman (1859-1936).
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