October Poetry

Universal Adam linked to Breathing Hannah’s poetic post about October. Between them, they reminded me of Ted Hughes’ poem “October Dawn.”

A glass half full of wine left out
To the dark heaven all night, by dawn
Has dreamed a premonition
Of ice across its eye as if
The ice-age had begun to heave.

“October Dawn” may well be my favorite poem (with due respect to Hannah, Sylvia, WB, and many other poets). When I looked for it online, Google sent me to Yahoo, and to an answer to a question about the poem’s meaning. It’s a pretty good answer, I’d say, although not the answer; and the Yahoo answers page has the virtue of quoting the poem complete, albeit with line breaks messed up.

Getting Cooler

Autumn is almost here, and we plan to go apple picking this coming weekend, probably to Tougas Farm again. Talking of local stuff, here’s the Boston area weather forecast: it will get cooler until I remove our air conditioners for the year, and then there will be a sudden heatwave.

This illustration by Christian Lindemann (via Drawn!) captures autumn rather well.