Saturday, November 20, 2010

To Autumn

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.

 John Keats , 1795-1821


Teresa Evangeline said...

Hi Grethe! There is a sumptuousness to this poem I love. Many fine lines, all very descriptive. I also like your sidebar photos and quotes. The one by Krishnamurti is one I have had to learn...more than once. :) I also chuckled over the Cicero quote. Some things remain the same no matter how much time has passed.

I hope you're having a very fine weekend.

Thyra said...

Hej Teresa! I love it too. It's amazing how these old poems talk so much to us two hundred years later, isn't it. When I first saw the Cicero quote I couldn't help giggling too. It really fits well at all times! I can almost hear him sighing, when he says that everyone is writing a book!

Quiet week-end here. My son worked on my computer Saturday! First snow , not much, already gone. A very grey day today. Just weather for inside doings. No photos outside!
Grethe `)