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Poetry Friday: Mnemosyne by Trumbull Stickney

September 19th, 2008 (07:25 am)
awake

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: Seven Days of Lonely by I Nine

It's autumn in the country I remember.

How warm a wind blew here about the ways!
And shadows on the hillside lay to slumber
During the long sun-sweetened summer-days.

It's cold abroad the country I remember.

The swallows veering skimmed the golden grain
At midday with a wing aslant and limber;
And yellow cattle browsed upon the plain.

It's empty down the country I remember.

I had a sister lovely in my sight:
Her hair was dark, her eyes were very sombre;
We sang together in the woods at night.

It's lonely in the country I remember.

The babble of our children fills my ears,
And on our hearth I stare the perished ember
To flames that show all starry thro' my tears.

It's dark about the country I remember.

There are the mountains where I lived. The path
Is slushed with cattle-tracks and fallen timber,
The stumps are twisted by the tempests' wrath.

But that I knew these places are my own,
I'd ask how came such wretchedness to cumber
The earth, and I to people it alone.

It rains across the country I remember.

- Mnemosyne by Trumbull Stickney

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Comments

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: September 19th, 2008 03:09 pm (UTC)

This is gorgeous. Nothing more needs to be said.

(though I thank you for your wonderful comment just now, too )

Beth Kephart

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: September 19th, 2008 03:33 pm (UTC)

You are welcome. Have a great weekend!

Posted by: Jama Rattigan (jamarattigan)
Posted at: September 19th, 2008 03:53 pm (UTC)

Lovely. Thanks so much!!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: September 19th, 2008 04:00 pm (UTC)

Isn't that pretty? Sad, but pretty, and so autumnal.

Posted by: lisachellman (lisachellman)
Posted at: September 19th, 2008 04:42 pm (UTC)

Ooo, I love the form of this! So perfect for the subject matter, so elegiac...

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: September 19th, 2008 04:52 pm (UTC)

Agreed.

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: September 19th, 2008 05:02 pm (UTC)

That is really beautiful, Little Willow.
Jules
7-Imp

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: September 19th, 2008 05:22 pm (UTC)

I love autumn. I found this poem simply because the title caught my eye and I clicked to read it.

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: September 19th, 2008 07:37 pm (UTC)
TadMack says: :)

Oh, this is a sad one. It speaks of autumn, and also, in a way, of aging and change and losses... in a personal yet beautifully impersonal way.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: September 19th, 2008 07:54 pm (UTC)
Re: TadMack says: :)

I felt that about the narrator too - not just distance, but a disconnect.

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