Where are the autumns
of my youth?
.

.. by @d-pend .

<hr /> <p dir="auto"><img src="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/YixHltKm-g.png" alt="g.png" srcset="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/YixHltKm-g.png 1x, https://images.hive.blog/1536x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/YixHltKm-g.png 2x" /> <p dir="auto"><img src="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/xmPrGMSi-c2.png" alt="c2.png" srcset="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/xmPrGMSi-c2.png 1x, https://images.hive.blog/1536x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/xmPrGMSi-c2.png 2x" /> <hr /> <p dir="auto"><img src="https://images.hive.blog/DQmQHkUFg621HtHQJRkJkMzYLT4MKZgEcBmzGmXM4S1oTaV/j%20(1).png" alt="j (1).png" /> <hr /> <p dir="auto"><h3>Where are the autumns of my youth?<br /> ____________________________________<p> <p dir="auto">Where are the autumns of my youth,<br /> with leaves fallen, not-fallen, and falling<br /> forever — never to contact the Earth? <p dir="auto">Where is the whip of the wind,<br /> thin aqua cirrus of mist?<br /> Where is the leap of the flame<br /> across every age-spotted vein,<br /> leafen-hands crimson with shame —<br /> ruby with glory, yellow with envy,<br /> pinken'd with wisdom, orange with story,<br /> purple with majesty, emerald with promise,<br /> brown-stemmèd endurance —<br /> white-crownèd abhorrence. <p dir="auto">A bright moss all a-dream, and cold lichen,<br /> swirl of an infinite frost-oxymoron;<br /> thundering stream and a phial of absence,<br /> vacuum of warmth and a marvel'd abyss —<br /> bestrewn with the meagre-sad skeleton sent<br /> to circle horizon with shrivelèd trees:<br /> arbor of night, soft-sparkled with tears. <p dir="auto">Ice of abandonment, self-abnegation;<br /> a splash of a scald by the steam at the station. <p dir="auto">At town or at home or at least —<br /> a hint of 'at home' in the street.<br /> A throb of the heart in the heath<br /> and a pang in the soul for the hearth<br /> that still will be waiting at home. <p dir="auto">Where are the terrors of my youth;<br /> The ghouls and the gremlins of mind —<br /> rising, half-risen, soon-risen,<br /> from the cold-harsh corpse of the ground? <p dir="auto">Where are the restless shades,<br /> and the tyrannic titans of thought<br /> who crumble mahogany frames<br /> of structures ill-begot? <p dir="auto">Where is the line of the pain,<br /> tracèd in fractal grooves —<br /> through cement-crack or tea-leaves:<br /> through smoke of sandalwood? <p dir="auto">Where is the whip of the wind,<br /> thin orange cirrus of moon?<br /> Where is the ghost of the flame<br /> across every age-spurnèd vein,<br /> gnarls of a wooden fist ashen-away? <p dir="auto">Where is the crimson and gray,<br /> green-yellow-orange — blue of the sky,<br /> ink of the night — an ocean of dream. <p dir="auto">Where are the long-lovèd, long-lost things<br /> that float upon fancy and falseness afar<br /> from reason romantic with scent of the wild,<br /> ozone fermented with crisp effervescence? <p dir="auto">Where are the wreaths and wraiths,<br /> where are the scarves and shades,<br /> where are the leaves and lessons<br /> time spiraled down from the trees:<br /> falling on me — falling and never to reach;<br /> never touch memory deep, never caress<br /> the essence I'd keep, never complete<br /> the circuit I sought, never rescind<br /> the limitless doubt, never assault<br /> the fathomless joy, never remain<br /> to be thought of again —<br /> all of the autumns<br /> of all of the years<br /> of my youth? <hr /> <p dir="auto"><img src="https://images.hive.blog/DQmNQ2VTmfRcMsgt8QBgVKxuBAnU1ngsX7S8DZy58g2xvyg/j.png" alt="j.png" /> <hr /> <p dir="auto"><img src="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/dgygDB9T-l.png" alt="l.png" srcset="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/dgygDB9T-l.png 1x, https://images.hive.blog/1536x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/dgygDB9T-l.png 2x" /> <p dir="auto"><img src="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/z1PClgG1-f2.png" alt="f2.png" srcset="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/z1PClgG1-f2.png 1x, https://images.hive.blog/1536x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/z1PClgG1-f2.png 2x" /> <hr /> <p dir="auto"><img src="https://images.hive.blog/DQmQar1F2HAbYTj58i898SjpSNxTnnsBzdPsW8AikqGCUPa/j%20(2).png" alt="j (2).png" /><br /> <img src="https://images.hive.blog/DQmTJP3Ewn5ogJJ5GAxRXrXC1ZgqGAmCwPxCNdR9KXHTMvW/f2%20(1).png" alt="f2 (1).png" /> <hr /> <p dir="auto"><center><code>words and photos by @d-pend<br /> created for HIVE on Sept. 24, 2020 <hr /> <p dir="auto"><img src="https://images.hive.blog/DQmaFXnYntQVxNMFqmfoC5QZcKTBdh3wNTwx5DSrHZbh7iy/f2%20(2).png" alt="f2 (2).png" /><img src="https://images.hive.blog/DQmcRzvczG9ubfzjqvvGyfxdoaxvZJRk5AkynrcPZrf87C3/j%20(3).png" alt="j (3).png" /> <hr /> <p dir="auto"><img src="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/BEqgrCWL-j.png" alt="j.png" srcset="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/BEqgrCWL-j.png 1x, https://images.hive.blog/1536x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/BEqgrCWL-j.png 2x" /> <p dir="auto"><img src="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/9BFi48hS-m.png" alt="m.png" srcset="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/9BFi48hS-m.png 1x, https://images.hive.blog/1536x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/d-pend/9BFi48hS-m.png 2x" />