Featured Poem: Autumn Idleness by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Today's Featured Poem is brought to you by Jamie Barton, our Business and Content Manager at The Reader. This poem paints a detailed picture of nature as autumn comes to an end and how this image is mirrored in humankind.
This sunlight shames November where he grievesIn dead red leaves, and will not let him shun The day, though bough with bough be over-run. But with a blessing every glade receives High salutation; while from hillock-eaves The deer gaze calling, dappled white and dun, As if, foresters of old, the sun Had marked them with the shade of forest-leaves. Here dawn to-day unveiled her magic glass; Here noon now gives the thirst and takes the dew; Till eve bring rest when other good things pass. And here the lost hours the lost hours renew While I lead my shadow o’er the grass, Nor know, for longing, that which I should do.
By Dante Gabriel Rossetti from ‘A Nature Poem for Every Day of the Year’, Jane McMorland Hunter (ed.)