Anode to Autumn
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
It seems to me that Keats was acting well gloomy when he wrote the following Ode to Autumn. what do you think of autumn, abundance or melancholy?
"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"
My tongue in cheak ode to autumn...
Season of chicken noodle soup and breadsticks,
chopped ham and hummous;
distant memories of autumns past
where families gather within hallowed walls;
back episodes of summer soaps now watched
with wistful wallowing and slowing banter;
yadda yadda yadda
the end
What do you like about autumn, apart from the rather stunning picture of the lady in the fruit and flower hat at the top of the post?
Posts
Thursday, October 01, 2009 7:21:00 AM
I love Autumn. It is my favourite season, and it has a secret n at the end. Sadly during Autumn I suffer from auditory intrusions in the form of the hymn 'Autumn Days (when the grass is jewelled)' from the Come and Praise hymnbook. You may be familiar with this hymn, which has the stamping section 'And a win. For. My. Home. Team.'
Thursday, October 01, 2009 7:59:00 AM
I have to agree with him! For me Autumn is the slow decline into winter, dark nights, and bad weather, give me Summer every time :)
Thursday, October 01, 2009 8:22:00 AM
Your own ode is rather good (the first six lines anyway!), reminds me of John Betjeman. It'll probably turn up in some anthology in 2109. I'm with Suburbia, I prefer the summer. I don't like nature retreating and I don't like all the dark cos I'm afraid of the dark. And that lady had better keep away from the greengrocer or all the customers will be grabbing at her produce.
Thursday, October 01, 2009 9:25:00 AM
GVH: I dont know that hymn, but I do like the fact that hymn also has a secret n at the end of it.
Suburbia: I am fine with it if I get into the right mindset.
Nick: It's okay to be proper autumn now because it is October. I can relax and play conquers in my new military red cashmere winter coat (did I mention that before, I loves it lol).
Thursday, October 01, 2009 10:16:00 AM
I adore Autumn...all the colours, the cold crisp blue skies, the crunch and swish of leaves as you kick them when your walking along...and it's the first Autumn I've seen in three years!! (moved to Bangkok 1st sept 2006 so missed it that year)
C x
Thursday, October 01, 2009 12:50:00 PM
Love polonecks and boots and crispy leaves..
Hate the wet, dreich autumn days though..
Thursday, October 01, 2009 1:38:00 PM
Wot military red cashmere winter coat? Pictures, pictures!
Friday, October 02, 2009 3:31:00 AM
I loves me up some Autumn right now and ne'er do I call it "Fall".
We all Fall down, what is that? Leaves fall but they nourish the earth.
I love the jams sitting on my shelves, the blueberry muffins in my freezer, the pots of chili I've precooked. The knitting I'm doing, the branches of the trees bracing themselves.
Oh tis a lovely lovely season, Hull.
XO
WWW
Friday, October 02, 2009 7:00:00 PM
WWW: you've gone all mrs Beaton WWW, whatever happened to your purple hair and purple jeans my dear?
Friday, October 02, 2009 7:02:00 PM
Nick: Oooh I am far to shy for pictures, you know me ;).
Saturday, October 03, 2009 3:13:00 AM
At school, waaay back, we had to produce a critique on Ode To Autumn. I had not the knowledge to say what really needed to be said. This, to me, was an unfinished work. For whatever reason, Keats could not find the words to round off this piece. To me, he wasn't just speaking of Autumn, he was speaking of life. Of himself. It's my belief he already knew he was dying when he wrote it. Perhaps to speak of his own death was too painful, and he preferred to write of the ending of a summer in which he lived, instead of an autumn in which he was about to die.
This ode was slightly clumsy in places, but then he was very young. He was our greatest poet, which is some testimony given that he died in his mid-twenties.
End of lecture, lol, though I'm sure not many would agree with me.
Saturday, October 03, 2009 6:43:00 PM
yadda, yadda, yadda, is my sort of poetry.
Autumn - conkers. A Bad year for conkers thisaway.