{"id":32141,"date":"2016-05-03T06:30:51","date_gmt":"2016-05-02T18:30:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=32141"},"modified":"2016-05-01T21:23:25","modified_gmt":"2016-05-01T09:23:25","slug":"tuesday-poetry-ode-to-autumn-by-john-keats","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2016\/05\/03\/tuesday-poetry-ode-to-autumn-by-john-keats\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday Poetry: “Ode to Autumn” by John Keats"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ode To Autumn<\/span><\/h3>\n

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,<\/span>
\n…<\/span>Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;<\/span>
\nConspiring<\/span> with him how to load and bless<\/span>
\n…<\/span>With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves<\/span> run;<\/span>
\n To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,<\/span>
\n …<\/span>And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;<\/span>
\n ……<\/span>To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells<\/span>
\n …<\/span>With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,<\/span>
\n And still more, later flowers for the bees,<\/span>
\n Until they think warm days will never cease,<\/span>
\n …<\/span>For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
\n.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
\n…<\/span>Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find<\/span><\/div>\n
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing<\/span> wind;<\/span><\/div>\n
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:<\/span><\/div>\n
And sometimes like a gleaner<\/span> thou dost keep<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Steady thy laden<\/span> head across a brook;<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.<\/span><\/div>\n
.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,\u2014<\/span><\/div>\n
While barred clouds bloom<\/span> the soft-dying day,<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And touch the stubble-plains<\/span> with rosy hue;<\/span><\/div>\n
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Among the river sallows<\/span>, borne aloft<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;<\/span><\/div>\n
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft<\/span>;<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.<\/span>
\n.<\/span><\/div>\n
John Keats, 1795 – 1821<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
—
\n.<\/span><\/div>\n
\"Lake<\/a>The “season of mists” being fully upon us now, here in the southern hemisphere, I can think of no better way to mark it than with what is potentially the English language’s most famous poem to autumn.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ode 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-32141","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32141","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32141"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32141\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":32153,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32141\/revisions\/32153"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32141"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32141"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32141"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}