{"id":19456,"date":"2013-03-19T06:30:59","date_gmt":"2013-03-18T17:30:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=19456"},"modified":"2013-03-17T13:16:31","modified_gmt":"2013-03-17T00:16:31","slug":"tuesday-poem-to-autumn-by-john-keats","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2013\/03\/19\/tuesday-poem-to-autumn-by-john-keats\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday Poem: “To Autumn” by John Keats"},"content":{"rendered":"

SEASON<\/span> of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
\nClose bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
\nConspiring with him how to load and bless
\nWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
\nTo bend with apples the moss\u2019d cottage-trees,
\nAnd fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
\nTo swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
\nWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
\nAnd still more, later flowers for the bees,
\nUntil they think warm days will never cease,
\nFor Summer has o\u2019er-brimm\u2019d their clammy cells.<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
\nSometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
\nThee sitting careless on a granary floor,
\nThy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
\nOr on a half-reap\u2019d furrow sound asleep,
\nDrows\u2019d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
\nSpares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
\nAnd sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
\nSteady thy laden head across a brook;
\nOr by a cyder-press, with patient look,
\nThou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
\nThink not of them, thou hast thy music too,\u2014
\nWhile barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
\nAnd touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
\nThen in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
\nAmong the river sallows, borne aloft
\nOr sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
\nAnd full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
\nHedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
\nThe red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
\nAnd gathering swallows twitter in the skies.<\/p>\n

by John Keats, 1795 – 1821<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

“To Autumn” is said to have been written on September 19, 1819, and published the following year in Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes, and Other Poems<\/em>.<\/p>\n

An internet source claimed that this is the most anthologized poem in the English language, and it is certainly one of my favourite autumn poems. I have always loved the lyricism of Keats’ poetry and the richness of his descriptive language.\u00a0 And since the autumn equinox is upon us, and autumn colour too, here in Christchurch, New Zealand, posting “To Autumn” seemed a fitting end to my recent focus on summer-themed poems.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

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