Greeting Autumn 2018
Below – John Everett Millais: “Autumn Leaves”
“For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.”
Art for Autumn – Vincent van Gogh: “Autumn Landscape with Four Trees”
A Poem for Autumn
by John Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Below – William Stott of Oldham: ”Autumn”
Musings in Autumn: Nathaniel Hawthorne
“I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.”
Below – Vincent van Gogh: “Landscape with Trees”
Art for Autumn – Gustav Klimt: “Birch Forest”
Musings in Autumn: John Burroughs
“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.”
Below – Olga Koval: “Autumn Song”
Art for Autumn – Edward Hopper: “October on Cape Cod”
by John Clare
The thistledown’s flying, though the winds are all still,
On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;
Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.
The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,
The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,
And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.
Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we’re eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.
Below – David Hockney: “Woldgate Woods”
Art for Autumn – Henri Rousseau: “Eiffel Tower at Sunset”
Musings in Autumn: John Donne
“No spring nor summer’s beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one Autumnal face.”
Below – Balathasar Denner: “Portrait of an old woman”
Art for Autumn – Paul Gauguin: “Landscape in Arles near the Alyscamps”
Music for Autumn
Art for Autumn – Egon Schiele: “Four Trees”
A Poem for Autumn
by T. E.. Hulme
A touch of cold in the Autumn night –
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.
Art for Autumn – Jean-Francois Millet: “Haystacks Autumn”
Musings in Autumn: Albert Camus
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
Below – Wassily Kandinsky: “Autumn in Murnau”
Art for Autumn – Katsushika Hokusai: “Peasants in Autumn”
A Song for Autumn
Art for Autumn – Byam Shaw: “Now is Pilgrim Fair Autumn’s Charge”
A Poem for Autumn”
by Adelaide Crapsey
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
Musings in Autumn: George Eliot (Mary Anne Evans)
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
Below – Frank Dicksee: “The Sensitive Plant”
Art for Autumn – John William Godward: “Autumn”
Musings in Autumn:: e e cummings
“A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.”
Below – J O. Huppler: “Waiting for Snow”
Art for Autumn – Marie Spartali Stillman: “Autumn”
A Poem for Autumn
by W. H. Auden
Now the leaves are falling fast,
Nurse’s flowers will not last,
Nurses to their graves are gone,
But the prams go rolling on.
Whispering neighbours left and right
Daunt us from our true delight,
Able hands are forced to freeze
Derelict on lonely knees.
Close behind us on our track,
Dead in hundreds cry Alack,
Arms raised stiffly to reprove
In false attitudes of love.
Scrawny through a plundered wood,
Trolls run scolding for their food,
Owl and nightingale are dumb,
And the angel will not come.
Clear, unscaleable, ahead
Rise the Mountains of Instead,
From whose cold cascading streams
None may drink except in dreams.
Below – Simeon Solomon: “Love in Autumn”
Musings in Autumn: Faith Baldwin
“Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.”
Below – Pierre Bonnard: “Autumn View”
Art for Autumn – Dante Gabriel Rossetti: “Venus Verticordia”
A Poem for Autumn”
“Tell Me Not Here, It Needs Not Saying”
By 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
And I knew 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 have lost their own.
On acres of the seeded grasses
The changing burnish heaves;
Or marshalled under moons of harvest
Stand still all night the sheaves;
Or beeches strip in storms for winter
And stain the wind with leaves.
Possess, as I possessed a season,
The countries I resign,
Where over elmy plains the highway
Would mount the hills and shine,
And full of shade the pillared forest
Would murmur and be mine.
For nature, heartless, witless nature,
Will neither care nor know
What stranger’s feet may find the meadow
And trespass there and go,
Nor ask amid the dews of morning
If they are mine or no.
“Falling leaves hide the path so quietly.”
Art for Autumn – Sophie Gengembre Anderson: “Autumn”
Welcome, Wonderful Autumn
Below – Walter Crane: “The West Wind”