Poetry Friday: When Autumn Came

Lots of people living in New England gloat over the fall. I beg to differ. That's why I'm joining this week's Poetry Friday with a poem by poet Faiz Ahmed Faiz, who understands my tropical blood:

by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
translated by Naomi Lazard

This is the way that autumn came to the trees:
it stripped them down to the skin,
left their ebony bodies naked.
It shook out their hearts, the yellow leaves,
scattered them over the ground ...

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From The True Subject by Faiz Ahmed Faiz, translated by Naomi Lazard. © 1987 Princeton University Press.


Anonymous said…
I love the Poets.org website. Lovely poem. Is it okay to share a poem of my own with you?
Mitali Perkins said…
Please do. I'd love it.
Yat-Yee said…
I love Autumn, but this is a wonderful poem. I grew up in the tropics too but my first autumn in this country was in the North East and something about the fierce colors and the mix of warmth and cool just captured my soul. Thanks for the poem.
Cloudscome said…
That is so lovely! Even more so because we know that prayer is answered every single year without fail.
slayground said…
I am now singing When Autumn Comes Lyrics by Linda Eder.