Christopher Morley

(5 May 1890 – 28 March 1957 / Haverford, Pennslyvania)

Burning Leaves In Spring - Poem by Christopher Morley

WHEN withered leaves are lost in flame
Their eddying gosts, a thin blue haze,
Blow through the thickets whence they came
On amberlucent autumn days.

The cool green woodland heart receives
Their dim, dissolving, phantom breath;
In young hereditaty leaves
They see their happy life-in-death.

My minutes perish as they glow-
Time burns my crazy bonfire through;
But ghosts of blackened hours still blow,
Eternal Beauty, back to you!

Comments about Burning Leaves In Spring by Christopher Morley

  • Gold Star - 50,061 Points Chinedu Dike (5/11/2015 11:16:00 PM)

    Beautiful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with lovely rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,979 Points Luis Estable (5/11/2015 3:14:00 AM)

    The language here has the apearance of being easy to grasp, but this is not the case, at least for me. I got the intention of the poem but not the total meaning of it, but I still could see that this is a good poem.

    Sometimes a reader does not need to understand a poem completely to see if it is good or bad, and this is one of those cases.

    Luis Estable (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010

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