Autumn Movement

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper
   sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes,
   new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind,
   and the old things go, not one lasts.

by Carl Sandburg

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Beautiful summation of nature's cycle given through a superb poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
Superb. speechless,
Everything passes- a sad truth beautifully said in this poem. Yet Sandburg holds out the promise that more beautiful things will come and be enjoyed before they too pass away. I did not like his poetry when I was younger- now that I am wiser, I see the power in his unique vision.
Sandberg was a master, and this poem is very good. I was disappointed that it wasn't a bit longer. Some of his longer poems are even better.
thoroughly mesmerized...the beauty of autumn so poetically brought out..the best lines I liked The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper..am adding this poem to my favourite list..thanks
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