Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.
In youth I sought the prince of men,
Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even the weeds would show
Defiant, to the stars.
But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.
In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold.
Simply superb conceptualization, in autumn when all the leaves are gold.! Thanks for sharing it here.
Fantastic poem.... In youth I sought the golden flower Hidden in wood or wold, But I am come to autumn, When all the leaves are gold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's a great expression now a great thing in the street Seems any human nod, Where shift in strange democracy The million masks of God..../// excellent poem penned