[ Poem and Music ] The Beauty of Autumn 🍂: Exploring 'October' by Paul Laurence Dunbar

🍂 Welcome to a Lyrical Autumn with Paul Laurence Dunbar's 'October' 🍂
In today’s immersive journey, we explore the rich tapestry of "October" by the renowned poet, Paul Laurence Dunbar. This exquisite poem, steeped in the scenic beauty and emotional undertones of autumn, provides a warm yet melancholic backdrop that mirrors the changing season.
'October' by Paul Laurence Dunbar
The poem personifies the month of October as a rich and youthful treasurer of the year, collecting the bounties of the preceding months. It paints October as lavish and carefree, adorning herself in vibrant autumn colors and reveling in her wealth. The speaker describes the month's indifference to the fleeting nature of time, as she remains engrossed in her own beauty and the melodies of nature. The imagery of dew as pearls, which the sun steals, symbolizes the transient beauty of morning and perhaps the fleeting nature of youth. Despite the impending cold symbolized by Frost, October remains unbothered, suggesting a celebration of the present moment and the cyclical nature of life. The poem subtly intertwines the vivid imagery of nature with themes of youth, transience, and the inevitability of aging.
October is the treasurer of the year,
And all the months pay bounty to her store;
The fields and orchards still their tribute bear,
And fill her brimming coffers more and more
But she, with youthful lavishness,
Spends all her wealth in gaudy dress,
And decks herself in garments bold
Of scarlet, purple, red, and gold.
She heedeth not how swift the hours fly,
But smiles and sings her happy life along;
She only sees above a shining sky;
She only hears the breezes’ voice in song.
Her garments trail the woodlands through,
And gather pearls of early dew
That sparkle, till the roguish Sun
Creeps up and steals them every one.
But what cares she that jewels should be lost,
When all of Nature’s bounteous wealth is hers?
Though princely fortunes may have been their cost,
Not one regret her calm demeanor stirs.
Whole-hearted, happy, careless, free,
She lives her life out joyously,
Nor cares when Frost stalks o’er her way
And turns her auburn locks to gray.
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wonderful👍👍👍👍👍

[@rabbitoutofahat1878]

love this poem💓

[@adityasurve8106]

One of the best poetry I have ever experienced on the subject of October.
A pleasant scenario and soulful music score calm to soul.
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Thank you so much for your kind words! October has always evoked a certain melancholic beauty, and I'm glad this piece could convey that to you. Your feedback is truly appreciated!