Welcome to Poem of the Week, an annual feature on this blog that celebrates National Poetry Month. Every Sunday, in the month of April, start the week off with an uplifting poem and discovery why poetry still matters.
Although things may be returning to some normalcy, poetry can still provide us the comfort and solace we need during these trying times. Poetry is such an amazing and inspiration genre to take part in and National Poetry Month is great to discover its powerful impact. So let these words move you…you will not regret it.
While one sere leaf, that parting Autumn yields,
Trembles upon the thin, and naked spray,
November, dragging on this sunless day,
Lours, cold and sullen, on the watery fields;
And Nature to the waste dominion yields,
Stripped her last robes, with gold and purple gay —
So droops my life, of your soft beams despoiled,
Youth, Health, and Hope, that long exulting smiled;
And the wild carols, and the bloomy hues
Of merry Spring-time, spruce on every plain
Her half-blown bushes, moist with sunny rain,
More pensive thoughts in my sunk heart infuse
Than Winter’s grey, and desolate domain
Faded like my lost Youth, that no bright Spring renews.
To discover more poems, please visit Poetry Foundation
You can read more of Anna Seward’s poetry on Project Gutenberg:
cup of tea with that book, please 