Saturday, November 07, 2009


Luminous Hearts of Gold

Thanks to Patrick Kurp for introducing me to Canadian poet Archibald Lampman (1861-1899). Here is Lampman's sonnet Autumn Maples:
The thoughts of all the maples who shall name,
  When the sad landscape turns to cold and gray?
  Yet some for very ruth and sheer dismay,
Hearing the northwind pipe the winter's name,
Have fired the hills with beaconing clouds of flame;
  And some with softer woe that day by day,
  So sweet and brief, should go the westward way,
Have yearned upon the sunset with such shame
  That all their cheeks have turned to tremulous rose;
    Others for wrath have turned to rusty red,
    And some that knew not either grief or dread,
  Ere the old year should find its iron close,
Have gathered down the sun's last smiles acold,
Deep, deep, into their luminous hearts of gold.

Tom Thomson (1877-1917), Autumn Foliage

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