Embracing Autumn

It is the first of November and we have followed All Hallow’s Eve into All Soul’s Day.  Autumn is a season that excites all the senses: the red and orange hues, the crisp breeze, and the general thrill that seems to accompany even the most mundane of tasks.  I think I prefer Autumn the most out of all of the seasons because it holds the promise of possibility.  Some adventure seems to be just around the corner, even if (especially if!) that adventure is only a sudden cold storm that forces me to stay inside with a wonderful old book or sharing a cup of hot cider and a story with my children.

Autumn Idleness by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

This sunlight shames November where he grieves
In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun
The day, though bough with bough be over-run.
But with a blessing every glade receives
High salutation; while from hillock-eaves
The deer gaze calling, dappled white and dun,
As if, being foresters of old, the sun
Had marked them with the shade of forest-leaves.

Here dawn to-day unveiled her magic glass;
Here noon now gives the thirst and takes the dew;
Till eve bring rest when other good things pass.
And here the lost hours the lost hours renew
While I still lead my shadow o’er the grass,
Nor know, for longing, that which I should do.

Autumn Leaves by Sir John Everett Millais

In Autumn Proserpine begins her descent into the underworld, her home for half of the year.  In Spring she will return and we will rejoice in the new growth and the possibilities of new beginnings.

Proserpine, Dante Gabriel Rossetti

As Rossetti often did, he wrote a sonnet to accompany his striking painting of Proserpine (modeled by Jane Morris)
Afar away the light that brings cold cheer
Unto this wall, – one instant and no more
Admitted at my distant palace-door
Afar the flowers of Enna from this drear
Dire fruit, which, tasted once, must thrall me here.
Afar those skies from this Tartarean grey
That chills me: and afar how far away,
The nights that shall become the days that were.

Afar from mine own self I seem, and wing
Strange ways in thought, and listenfor a sign:
And still some heart unto some soul doth pine,
O, Whose sounds mine inner sense in fain to bring,
Continually together murmuring) —
‘Woe me for thee, unhappy Proserpine’.

It is one of my favorite of Rossetti’s poem/painting combinations.  And at times when I feel in an odd or excessively introverted mood, I am reminded of his words:  “Afar from mine own self I seem”.

Rossetti had this to say about the painting:

She is represented in a gloomy corridor of her palace, with the fatal fruit in her hand. As she passes, a gleam strikes on the wall behind her from some inlet suddenly opened, and admitting for a moment the sight of the upper world; and she glances furtively towards it, immersed in thought. The incense-burner stands beside her as the attribute of a goddess. The ivy branch in the background may be taken as a symbol of clinging memory.

I wish you a happy Autumn season. I intend to embrace the season, embrace every moment, for as Algernon Charles Swinburne wrote in Hymn to Proserpine:

Nay for a little while we live, and life hath mutable wings.
A little while and we die; shall life not thrive as it may?
For no man under the sky lives twice, outliving his day.

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