In November
(Huitain)
With apple-bloom and scented buds of May
And sweet winds born, how should the summer know,
When sweeps of leafless hills are desolate grey,
The soft ethereal beauty of the snow?
But we came through the spring, and still, below
The passion for all sensuous loveliness,
Remember a white eternity aglow
With silent dawn, still-aired and passionless.
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Bliss Carman (1861-1929)
from Through the Year with the Poets, 1886
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the European Union]
Bliss Carman biography
Apollyon, Winter Stream in Marjaniemi, Helsinki, Finland, 2006. Wikimedia Commons.
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