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Autumn by John Clare

Analysis

"Autumn" is a poem by John Clare. When reading it, it's hard to distinguish what season the author is speaking about. Is it summer? Spring? Autumn? Honestly, at first glance I wouldn't have known either if it weren't for the title.

Nonetheless, when you dig deeper into it, it is easier to see. The thistledown is flying because it is autumn, the grass is lying because summer had scorched it, and the ground is cracked because of the dry summer season. Thus, summer has ended.

Poem

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The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,
On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;
Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.

The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,
The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,
And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.

Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.

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