“Starving through the leafless wood/ Trolls run scolding for their food.”

“Autumn Song,” by W. H. Auden

Now the leaves are falling fast,
Nurse’s flowers will not last;
Nurses to the graves are gone,
And the prams go rolling on.

Whispering neighbours, left and right,
Pluck us from the real delight;
And the active hands must freeze
Lonely on the separate knees.

Dead in hundreds at the back
Follow wooden in our track,
Arms raised stiffly to reprove
In false attitudes of love.

Starving through the leafless wood
Trolls run scolding for their food;
And the nightingale is dumb,
And the angel will not come.

Cold, impossible, ahead
Lifts the mountain’s lovely head
Whose white waterfall could bless
Travelers in their last distress.

 

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Photo credit: By Wikiprofile (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons.

 

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2 thoughts on ““Starving through the leafless wood/ Trolls run scolding for their food.”

  1. Not that many people read poetry anymore, so I appreciate your posting of these poems. W. H. Auden has an approach that interests me. Take care.

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