Autumn

The swarming faces float across the room
With careless whispers and dreaming eyes
The pages are open and letters crawl
And, thus begins yet another fall

They seem like daffodils in the bloom
The fresh, young minds unaware of the world
Their laughter echoes like the summer rain
I wait till they are settled down again

And, then a girl motions her pals to stop
Perhaps she sees me pacing about the room
—The graying hair reflected on my chalk
And, a thousand winters weighing down my walk

From what perspective is the poem written?
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the author
the girl
the book
the teacher

1 answer

The poem is written from the perspective of the teacher. The speaker reflects on the students' youthful energy and contrasts it with their own experience and weariness, suggesting a role of observation and authority in the classroom setting.