A Scene in an Autumn Day
The dazzling gold in the leaves
Is sunlight’s dance (as it weaves)
Through the rhymes of fall
So beautiful, I won’t ask for all
Of the magnificence lest it fades
Into memory of old days
If winter comes before I know
I’ll hide my regrets under snow
May they freeze, then melt
Into a sea of the unsettling guilt
Of what I wish for what I can’t
Utter loud as birds chant
2005.11.3
- Re: a poemposted on 11/04/2005
Adagio has expressed more personal feelings in her poems lately. :-)
What is what you wish for what you can't utter loud? Could you wisper it to me? :V)
adagio wrote:
If winter comes before I know
I’ll hide my regrets in the snow
May they freeze, then melt
Into a sea of the unsettling guilt
Of what I wish for what I can’t
Utter loud as birds chant
2005.11.3
- posted on 11/04/2005
It is quite graceful, especially the first two paragraphs. Nice one!
adagio wrote:
A Scene in an Autumn Day
The dazzling gold in the leaves
Is sunlight’s dance (as it weaves)
Between the rhyme of fall
So beautiful, I won’t ask for all
Of the magnificence lest it fades
Into memory of old days
If winter comes before I know
I’ll hide my regrets in the snow
May they freeze, then melt
Into a sea of the unsettling guilt
Of what I wish for what I can’t
Utter loud as birds chant
2005.11.3
- Re: a poemposted on 11/04/2005
Turely beautiful. - posted on 11/04/2005
Susan wrote:
Adagio has expressed more personal feelings in her poems lately. :-)
All lyric poetry is about personal feelings, and all feelings should be personal. :)
As for me, it's not just lately I start to express personal feelings, I do that all the time, let me give an example -
http://www.mayacafe.com/forum/topic1.php3?tkey=1082257471
To Funlover, thanks for your comment, but I think the last two stanzas are what this poem tries to impress - with the repressed psychology that later may be released into a more unsettling and overwhelming feeling.
To benben, thanks for your praise. - posted on 11/04/2005
Possibly the best of adagio's that I know of. :-)
So nice, especially the part about tucking "my regrets" under snow. Lovely.
adagio wrote:
A Scene in an Autumn Day
The dazzling gold in the leaves
Is sunlight’s dance (as it weaves)
Through the rhymes of fall
So beautiful, I won’t ask for all
Of the magnificence lest it fades
Into memory of old days
If winter comes before I know
I’ll hide my regrets under snow
May they freeze, then melt
Into a sea of the unsettling guilt
Of what I wish for what I can’t
Utter loud as birds chant
2005.11.3
- posted on 11/05/2005
Hi Adagio,
Surely I felt your strong feeling, your desire and your struggle to expel something buried deep in your heart. However, a tiny question mark stopped me from appreciating the second half of the poem as much as the first half. Why ‘if winter comes before I know’? To me, it makes not much sense, and ‘When winter comes for its roar’ (or something like that) might make more sense, or be better understood by a layman. Whether winter comes by surprise or not, you don’t care; you just want to keep your personal autumn feeling secret and let it go. Well, my understanding could be wrong.
Above all, this poem is really good. It shows elegance and passion of a kind person.
adagio wrote:
but I think the last two stanzas are what this poem tries to impress - with the repressed psychology that later may be released into a more unsettling and overwhelming feeling. - posted on 11/05/2005
This reminds me of something. When I was little I asked my mother:"why those poets in ancient times made a big fuss about the end of the Spring season? After Spring it is Summer, and Summer is the best season of the year!" My mother answered, "when you are my age, you will understand." I am not quite her age yet, but I begin to understand.
FunLover wrote:
Hi Adagio,
Surely I felt your strong feeling, your desire and your struggle to expel something buried deep in your heart. However, a tiny question mark stopped me from appreciating the second half of the poem as much as the first half. Why ‘if winter comes before I know’? - Re: a poemposted on 11/08/2005
Susan got the idea. I guess Funlover is still too young. :) - Re: a poemposted on 11/09/2005
Wow, I wish I were young. Hahaha........
Susan’s theory is plausible. The real and scientific explanation is that artists (poets alike) think differently because they have a different brain from others. Without such difference, the world will be too dull to live on with.
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