Friday, 3 October 2008

To Autumn

Van Gogh

"1.-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.

2.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.

3.-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"


Vivaldi - Autumn


joanne said...

i must say, this has got to be one of the best posts ever. vivaldi and keats AND van gogh!

Franki Skye said...

what a beautiful poem.. love it. the fall is my favorite time of year, for sure. check out my blog at if you have some time to kill :)


lilliebe said...

I know this poem off by heart :)
It's great.

D.Perfecta said...

What a beautiful post!

paloma said...

jeje, yo les conocí una vez en el Festival de San Sebastián, aunque por separado. Ella me dijo que yo me parecía a a ella (y yo ¡gracias!) y él juro que me tiró los tejos. Un cañón es, súper alto. Y él no paraba de hablar de cuánto cuida a su hermana, de q la acompaña siempre pq él es mejor RRPP, y que desde q su padre murió están muy unidos... etc.
Fue genial

Diana Coronado said...

I ♥ Autumn is kind of melancolic

The wind is great

Aretha said...

Al fin puedo decirle adiós al otoño, por aquí ya se asoman los atizbos de verano

Trendology said...

what a lovely combination of keats and van gogh

MR style said...

oh wow ::) what a great writting !!

CK TheJunction said...

Very good post, two thumbs up for that.

Cheers CK

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