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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2018 10:57:15 GMT -5
October's face, benign and mellow, Turns nuts to brown and leaves to yellow; But (like the Scorpion, sting in tail) He ends with frost and scourging hail. –Jan Struther (1901–53) |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2018 10:59:15 GMT -5
One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies On water; it glides So from the walker, it turns Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.
–Richard Wilbur (1921–2017) |
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