Sunday, September 2, 2007


Writing about Gladys Taber yesterday reminded me of her love for the English poet John Keats. Might Daisy Lupin have agreed to a theme of "Poems We Love In Autumn" for a September Poetry Fest? Here is my favorite John Keats poem:


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.


Kelli said...

Wonderful poem! Happy September to you!


Lila Rostenberg said...

I remember reading Gladys Tabor's columns sometimes.
Living in rural New England sounds idyllic! I suppose wherever your heart lives is a wonderful "home" to share and write you have written about NOrth Dakota.
I just read about "north Dakota quilt blocks and the fact the the Pasqueflower is the state I have to look that up on Google!

Rowan said...

One of my favourite poems too and a lovely picture to go with it.

Miss Robyn said...

yes, yes, yes!! Daisy Lupin would have loved "Poems we love in Autumn" - fantastic idea!

smilnsigh said...

Oh you beat me with this. :-))) I too love this poem by Keats. As you can see, from this '06 entry of mine.

But I admit to forgetting that Gladys loved him so much. Silly me. :-) Didn't she *snitch* a leaf off something near his grave and keep it?


Annie Jeffries said...

Keats got me to thinking about fall haikus. Thanks.