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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=348242" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Immortal Autumn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=348242" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I speak this poem now with grave and level voice <br>In praise of autumn, of the far-horn-winding fall. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=348242" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I praise the flower-barren fields, the clouds, the tall <br>Unanswering branches where the wind makes sullen noise. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=348242" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I praise the fall: it is the human season. <br>Now <br>No more the foreign sun does meddle at our earth, <br>Enforce the green and bring the fallow land to birth, <br>Nor winter yet weigh all with silence the pine bough, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=348242" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But now in autumn with the black and outcast crows <br>Share we the spacious world: the whispering year is gone: <br>There is more room to live now: the once secret dawn <br>Comes late by daylight and the dark unguarded goes. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=348242" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Between the mutinous brave burning of the leaves <br>And winter’s covering of our hearts with his deep snow <br>We are alone: there are no evening birds: we know <br>The naked moon: the tame stars circle at our eaves. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=348242" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It is the human season. On this sterile air <br>Do words outcarry breath: the sound goes on and on. <br>I hear a dead man’s cry from autumn long since gone. <br>I cry to you beyond upon this bitter air.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Archibald+MacLeish">Archibald MacLeish</a></strong></div>

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