Saturday, October 18, 2008

To Autumn


TO AUTUMN
by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,

For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

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Photo: from today's walk along the river; both the sagebrush and the trees were sporting shades of bright yellow!

8 comments:

  1. Beautiful photo and perfect poem to go with it. Love Clarice

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  2. How magical! I don't believe that I've read this poem before, but it's the perfect complement and I enjoyed it immensely.

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  3. nice post and picture nice poem too. love poetry and can hardly wait for spring!!! hummm long ways o go yet.

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  4. I have loved this poem since childhood, but when you pared it with such a beautiful picture, it just really made my heart sing!

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  5. Beautiful photo... and great minds work the same... I posted this poem recently also. I wanted to tell you I got to visit with one of my dear frieds and former {PMS teacher ( after you left)recently. She could not believe how we shared some history then met in blogland. It is pretty amazing!

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  6. Beautiful photo, beautiful words ... thank you for sharing your beautiful autumn thoughts with us.

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  7. love keats and love fall, but winter will always be my favorite season.

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