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Saturday, October 19, 2024

1949, sitting on the rooftop on an Autumn night πŸŽƒ Oldies playing in anot...

HALLOWEEN AUTUMN AMBIANCE - NEMO'S DREAMSCAPES














Fall, Leaves, Fall
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night's decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

Analysis (ai): The poem "Fall, Leaves, Fall" by Emily Jane Bronte presents a distinct meditation on the changing seasons and the cyclical nature of life and death. The speaker accepts the passing of summer and the onset of autumn, finding solace in the beauty of the falling leaves and the promise of snow.

Compared to Bronte's other works, this poem is relatively concise and straightforward, lacking the complex symbolism and emotional intensity of her later poetry. Yet, it shares her themes of mortality, isolation, and the enduring power of nature, which would become central to her writing.

As a product of the Victorian era, the poem reflects the prevailing Romantic sensibility, which emphasized introspection, melancholy, and a fascination with the natural world. The speaker's acceptance of the changing seasons aligns with the Romantic belief in the inevitability of change and the beauty inherent in decay.

The poem's simple yet effective imagery creates a vivid picture of the transition from autumn to winter. The falling leaves and shortening day evoke a sense of loss and inevitability, while the promise of snow and the "drearier day" suggest both the passage of time and the potential for renewal.









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Twilight at Sea


The Twilight Hours like birds flew by,
As lightly and as free;
Ten thousand stars were in the sky,
Ten Thousand on the sea;
For every wave with dimpled face,
That leaped upon the air,
Had caught a star in its embrace,
And held it trembling there.

Amelia Coppuck Welby

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