We are already half way through our contest series! This year we want to get to know YOUR favorite works of art for autumn. In exchange for the most inspiring answers, we will be giving away wonderful Danish acoustic/folk CDs to you.
For the fourth contest, Good because Danish would like to know your favorite autumn poem! Is there a poem you get back to reading during the long, cold, sometimes melancholic yet poetic autumn time?
To take part in today’s contest, send a mail with the subject “Acoustic Autumn Contest #4” and your favorite autumn poem with a short explanation until Friday, 28. November 2014 to email@example.com. Don’t forget to also include your address into the mail!
We have choosen to share GbD founder Arletta’s favorite poem for and also about autum, to give you a little inspiration for your own answer: William Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 73”. It’s just beautiful, which you can really appreciate when you read it.
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.