In Honor of the Autumnal Equinox

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Autumn Movement
by Carl Sandburg

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the

copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of

seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes,

new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow, on the

northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.