Staying with my fall theme, I'm sharing a favorite poem of mine by Thomas Hardy (1840-1928). This is from his collection of poems entitled,
Time's Laughingstocks and Other Verses first published
in 1901. I know I've said this before, but I really want to recommend Hardy's poetry to you. He wrote nearly 1,000 poems, and there are very, very few that don't measure up. This particular poem very much reminds me of one of my favorite Hardy novels,
The Woodlanders (1887). If you're at all interested in this novel, and I hope you will be, I encourage you to take a look at my review
here. The painting that accompanies the poem is entitled,
Avenue of Poplars in Autumn, and was painted by Vincent van Gogh in 1884 (just three years before Hardy published
The Woodlanders).
Autumn in King's Hintock Park
Here by the baring bough
Raking up leaves,
Often I ponder how
Springtime deceives,--
I, an old woman now,
Raking up leaves.
Here in the avenue
Raking up leaves,
Lords' ladies pass in view,
Until one heaves
Sighs at life's russet hue,
Raking up leaves!
Just as my shape you see
Raking up leaves,
I saw, when fresh and free,
Those memory weaves
Into grey ghosts by me,
Raking up leaves.
Yet, Dear, though one may sigh,
Raking up leaves,
New leaves will dance on high--
Earth never grieves!--
Will not, when missed am I
Raking up leaves.
(From
Time's Laughingstocks and Other Verses, 1901)
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Here by the baring bough 
