Now the Golden Leaves Have Started Spinning
Now the Golden Leaves Have Started Spinning - meaning Summary
Autumnal Longing and Surrender
The poem uses autumnal and twilight images to convey a mood of wistful longing and gentle resignation. Nature—falling leaves, birches, twilight—frames the speaker’s desire for calm, simple pleasures and bodily honesty over society’s demands. There is a tender eroticism and appetite for unceremonious surrender to sensation, alongside a search for quiet joy that avoids hardship. Overall it registers bittersweet acceptance rather than dramatic despair or triumph.
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