Autumn

Autumn

American author, political activist, and lecturer. She was the first deaf-blind person to earn a Bachelor of Arts degree.

Autumn

Oh, what a beauty doth the world put on
These peerless perfect autumn days ;
There is a beautiful spirit of gladness everywhere*
The wooded waysides are luminous with brightly painted leaves;
The forest trees with royal grace have domed
Their gorgeous autumn tapestries.
And even the rocks are broidered
With ferns, sumachs and brilliantly tinted ivies;
But so exquisitely blended are the lights and shades,
The golds, scarlets and purples, that no sense is wearied,
For God himself hath painted the landscape.
The hillsides gleam with golden corn;
Apple and peach-trees bend beneath their burden of golden fruit.
The golden-rods, too, are here; whole armies of them
With waving plumes, resplendant with gold;
And about the wild grapes, purple and fair and full of sunshine,
The little birds southward going
Linger like travelers at an inn,
And sip the perfumed wine.
And far away the mountains against the blue sky stand,
Calm and mysterious, like prophets of God,
A mysterious hand has stripped the trees,
And with a rustle and whirr, the leaves descend,
And like frightened birds,
Lie trembling on the ground.
Bare and sad the forest-monarchs stand
Like kings of old, all their splendor swept away
Down from his ice-bound realm in the North
Comes Winter, with snowy locks and tear-drops frozen on his cheeks;
For he is the brother of Death and acquainted with sorrow.
Autumn sees him from afar
And as a child to her father runneth,
She to the protecting arms of kindly.’winter fleeth,
Aid in his mantle of snow
Tenderly he folds her lovely form;
And on his breast she falls asleep.

Written by Helen Keller at the age of 13 years

Ілюстрація Ірини Сажинської
Дивіться також
Слiпоглухота/Слепоглухота
Оксана Васякина