Life, death, and renewal
As the gray of winter descends, let’s embrace the breathtaking beauty of autumn in Ann Arbor. It sure beats reflecting on the heinous events of 2020! And really, there’s no place prettier than the U-M campus in the fall. Enjoy these literary interpretations of the season, along with some gorgeous photos by Michigan Photography’s Scott Soderberg.
-
A Moveable Feast
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.”
—Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast -
The Great Gatsby
“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby -
Letters on Cezanne
“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honey-sweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cezanne -
Anne of Green Gables
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
—L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables -
Persuasion
“Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn — that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness — that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.”
— Jane Austen, Persuasion -
American Notebooks
“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.”
— Nathaniel Hawthorne, American Notebooks Oct. 10, 1842 -
“The restless spirit”
“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love — that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit.”
— George Eliot -
Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Aprils have never meant much to me. Autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.”
— Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s -
When the Year Grows Old
I cannot but remember
When the year grows old —
October — November —
How she disliked the cold!
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, When the Year Grows Old
Jim Silk - 1969
I enjoyed the photographs of Ann Arbor in October, along with the collection of autumn quotations, but I was surprised you didn’t include a little of the poem “Kicking the Leaves” by the great poet Donald Hall, who taught at Michigan in the 60s and 70s. Here are a couple of excerpts that would have been a good fit.
Kicking the leaves, October, as we walk home together
from the game, in Ann Arbor,
on a day the color of soot, rain in the air;
I kick at the leaves of maples,
reds of seventy different shades, yellows
like old paper; and poplar leaves, fragile and pale;
and elm leaves, flags of a doomed race.
I kick at the leaves, making a sound I remember
as the leaves swirl upward from my boot,
and flutter; . . .
. . . .
Kicking the leaves today, as we walk home together
from the game, among crowds of people
with their bright pennants, as many and bright as leaves,
Reply