Autumn in Islamabad

Autumn in Islamabad

With the start of November, autumn is setting in. Here is a poem to set the mood. (P.S: I will be reposting some of my older “guest” posts because the older ones had to be deleted as per ISB MB policy)

Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who’s to say where
The harvest shall stop?

-Robert Frost

1 Comment so far

  1. A for apple (unregistered) on November 15th, 2006 @ 1:48 pm

    I still like this place and yup Frost’s frosting words too …. wondering which place is this … hmmm hmmmm … I’ll be re-doing the comments :P

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