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Poem on natureपोयम ऑन नेचर ​

Answer 1

Answer:

Autumn

 

Autumn Rain

The plane leaves

fall black and wet

on the lawn;

 

the cloud sheaves

in heaven’s fields set

droop and are drawn

 

in falling seeds of rain;

the seed of heaven

on my face

 

falling – I hear again

like echoes even

that softly pace

 

heaven’s muffled floor,

the winds that tread

out all the grain

 

of tears, the store

harvested

in the sheaves of pain

 

caught up aloft:

the sheaves of dead

men that are slain

 

now winnowed soft

on the floor of heaven;

manna invisible

 

of all the pain

here to us given;

finely divisible

falling as rain.

D. H. Lawrence 

 

Autumn Fires 

In the other gardens

     And all up the vale,

From the autumn bonfires

     See the smoke trail!

 

Pleasant summer over

     And all the summer flowers,

The red fire blazes,

     The grey smoke towers.

 

Sing a song of seasons!

     Something bright in all!

Flowers in the summer,

     Fires in the fall!