Wind finds the northwest gap, fall comes.
Today, under gray cloud-scud and over gray
Wind-Flicker of forest, in perfect formation, wild geese.
Head for a land of warm water, the boom, the lead pellet.
Some crumple in air, fall. Some stagger, recover control.
Then take the last glide for a far glint of water. None
Knows what has happened. Now, today, watching.
How tirelessy Vupon Varrows the season's logic,
Do I know my own story? At least, they know
When the hour comes for the great wing-beat. Sky-strider,
Star-strider-they rise, and the imperial utterance,
Which cries out for distance, quivers in the wheeling sky.
That much they know, and in their nature know
The path of pathlessness, with all the joy
Of destingy fulfilling its own name.
I have known time and distance, but not why I am here.
Path of logic, path of folly, all
The same- and I stand, my face lifted now skyward,
Hearing the high beat, my arms outstretched in the tingling
Process of transformation, and soon tough legs,
With folded feet, trail in the sounding vacuum of passage,
And my heart is impacted with a fierce impulse
To unwordable utterance-
Toward sunset, at a great height.
-Robert Penn Warren
Paragraph: In the Heart of Autumn, the author uses descriptive language in order to connect the reader with nature. "With folded feet, trail in the sounding vaccum of passage, and my heart is impacted with a fierce impulse" shows how the the poet sets out to take a walk and connects it with nature. Robert Warren believes that nature can be connected with life in all aspects. The idea of transcendentalists.
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