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September 27, 2007 |
Post to the Host:
Would you be able to tell me where I might find a copy of a poem you wrote a while back that contained these lines?
"It's rather sobering for a fellow
To see the maples turning yellow."
That's all I remember of the poem, and I'd like to use it in my classroom.
Your students won't appreciate it, Shawna, they're too young and they probably don't know A.E. Housman's "Loveliest of trees the cherry now is hung with bloom along the bough" which is all about the sense of time passing when one is twenty. ("Now of my three-score years and ten, twenty will not come again.") This is a poem I wrote when I turned sixty.
Loveliest of trees, the maple now
Is turning yellow on the bough.
It stands among the trees of green,
All dressed up for Halloween.
Now of my three score years and ten,
Sixty will not come again.
Subtract from seventy, three score.
It means I don't have many more.
And since to look at things sublime,
Ten years is not a lot of time.
It's rather sobering for a fellow
To see the maples turning yellow.