Introduction

The poem ‘Autumn’ by John Clare, is a pen-picture of the autumn season’s serene beauty. Harvest or fall are other names for autumn. It is the time of year when the temperature begins to drop and the weather begins to shift, becoming neither too hot nor too cold. Strong winds, falling leaves, bare trees, and dancing birds are how John Clare portrays autumn.

About The Poet

John Clare was an English poet who lived from July 13, 1793, until May 20, 1864. He became recognized for his joys of the English countryside and tears over its devastation as the son of a farm labourer. John Clare has been deemed the finest English-language nature poet.

Theme Of The Poem

The poet John Clare paints a striking image of autumn’s glory in the countryside in this poem. It is marked by shedding leaves, bare trees, and strong winds, thus according numerous accounts of its beauty. John Clare combines the glory of fall with his own beautiful will in this poem.

Stanza 1

I love the fitfull gusts that shakes
 The casement all the day
And from the mossy elm tree takes
 The faded leaf away
Twirling it by the window-pane
With thousand others down the lane

The poet expresses his affection for the wind that rattles the casement throughout the day and takes all the fading leaves from the mossy elm-tree and twirls them near the window glass, as well as hundreds of other leaves whirled by the wind along the lane.

Stanza 2

I love to see the shaking twig
 Dance till the shut of eve
The sparrow on the cottage rig
 Whose chirp would make believe
That spring was just now flirting by
In summers lap with flowers to lie

Clare also enjoys seeing the twig that shakes in the fall weather and dances till the twilight. The sparrow perches on the cottage roof, and its chirping notes convince us that spring has just brushed us by. 

Stanza 3

I love to see the cottage smoke
 Curl upwards through the naked trees
The pigeons nestled round the coat
 On dull November days like these
The cock upon the dung-hill crowing
The mill sails on the heath agoing

The poet enjoys seeing the smoke from the cottage curl upward through the bare trees. The pigeons wander around their nest on gloomy November days, while the cock crows on a hill of animal manure. The mill is constantly moving through the fields.

Stanza 4

The feather from the ravens breast
 Falls on the stubble lea
The acorns near the old crows nest
 Fall pattering down the tree
The grunting pigs that wait for all
Scramble and hurry where they fall

Raven’s plumes fall on the stubble lea. The fruit acorn falls from the tree near the old crow’s nest in the autumn, producing a clattering sound, and the pigs grunt and wait for everyone in a frenzy to grab those fruits.