I am planning to read this one with my seventh graders next week. I thought they'd like it because we read a whole slew of mournful November poems, and this one is way more cheerful. In fact, Dunbar mocks the idea that autumn is sad. The poem starts:
Paul Laurence Dunbar
It's all a farce,—these tales they tell
About the breezes sighing,
And moans astir o'er field and dell,
Because the year is dying.
And it ends like this:
Don't talk to me of solemn days
In autumn's time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,
And these grow slant and slender.
Why, it's the climax of the year,—
The highest time of living!—
Till naturally its bursting cheer
Just melts into thanksgiving.
You can read the whole poem here.
I'm really looking forward to next week just melting into Thanksgiving. Over at Write. Sketch. Repeat., Katya is hosting a Thanksgiving feast and Poetry Friday roundup. Head on over to see what she is serving here!
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