"From my hand, autumn eats its leaf: we are friends. "

📕 Paul Celan, Corona. Transl. Pierre Joris
🎨 Georgia O'Keeffe, Autumn Leaves

#BookWormSat #poetry #autumn

'I know of the leafy paths that the witches take
Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool,
And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake'
-W. B. Yeats

🎨Walter Crane
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'O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing'
-Percy Bysshe Shelley

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🍂 Victor Prouvé

There came a day that caught the summer
Wrung its neck
Plucked it
And ate it
Now what shall I do with the trees?
The day said, the day said.
Strip them bare, strip them bare.
Let’s see what is really there.
…
There came this day and he was autumn…

There came a day
Ted Hughes
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🖼️ Klimt

Where do they come from?
The dust.
Where do they go? The grave. …
They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth.... Such are the autumn people. Beware of them."
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Ray Bradbury
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🖼️ Van Gogh

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"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness"
~John Keats

"My birthday began with the water birds
And the birds of the winged trees flying my name
Above the farms and the white horses.
And I rose in rainy autumn,
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days."
- Dylan Thomas, "A Poem in October"
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‘The smoke's smell, too,
Flowing from where a bonfire burns
The dead, the waste, the dangerous,
And all to sweetness turns.

It is enough
To smell, to crumble the dark earth,
While the robin sings over again
Sad songs of Autumn mirth.’
Digging, Edward Thomas. #BookWormSat 🍂🍁

💜🎃💜"I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion."

📖Henry David Thoreau.
#BookWormSat #FolkloreSunday

‘The feather from the ravens breast
 Falls on the stubble lea
The acorns near the old crows nest
Fall pattering down the tree’ ~ Autumn, John Clare. 🍂

Tomorrow’s #BookWormSat embraces the season with autumn in literature. Bring all your fallen leaves and join us. 🍁

The end of chapter 3 of The Grapes of Wrath, by John Steinbeck, one of my favorite chapters in all of literature.

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"I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer—and what trees and seasons smelled like—how people looked and walked and smelled even."

—East of Eden, John Steinbeck

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"The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!"
- William Wordsworth, "The World Is Too Much With Us"

#BookWormSat #BookChatWeekly

"He raised his eyes and searched out a small patch of blue sky visible through the dense, green branches of the pines. A white wisp of cloud drifted by. That's what dying will be like, he told himself. Just floating up in the air."

—The Devil All the Time, Donald Ray Pollock

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"Ree followed a path made by prey uphill... into a section of pine trees and pine scent and that pious shade and silence pines create. Pine trees in low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could."

—Winter's Bone, Daniel Woodrell

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'...she made her nest of rags and jewels, was happy in the sunlight, squawked loudly at danger, pried and was insatiably curious, forgot when to eat or ate all day, and sang when sunsets were red.'
-Laurie Lee.

🎨Julien Dupré
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"Regret, one of the ghosts of aging, comes upon us one day dressed up like wisdom, looking profound and serious, sensible and responsible... It presses us to question everything we've ever done…" —The Gift of Years: Growing Older Gracefully by Joan Chittister #BookWormSat
Rembrandt 17th cent.