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George Orwell

Sometimes in the middle autumn days

Sometimes in the middle autumn days,
The windless days when the swallows have flown,
And the sere elms brood in the mist,
Each tree a being, rapt, alone,

I know, not as in barren thought,
But wordlessly, as the bones know,
What quenching of my brain, what numbness,
Wait in the dark grave where I go.

And I see the people thronging the street,
The death-marked people, they and I
Goalless, rootless, like leaves drifting,
Blind to the earth and to the sky;

Nothing believing, nothing loving,
Not in joy nor in pain, not heeding the stream
Of precious life that flows within us,
But fighting, toiling as in a dream.

So shall we in the rout of life
Some thought, some faith, some meaning save,
And speak it once before we go
In silence to the silent grave...

1933

THE END

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George Orwell: ‘Sometimes in the middle autumn days’
First published: Adelphi. — GB, London. — Wednesday, March 1, 1933.

Reprinted:
— ‘The Collected Essays, Journalism and Letters of George Orwell’. — 1968.
— ‘Bernard Crick: George Orwell: A Life’. — 1992.

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Machine-readable version: Dragan Laban

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The Collected Essays, Journalism and Letters of George Orwell
[Front cover]
© 1968 Harcourt Brace Jovanovic, USA, New York.