First day of autumn

Sept 23, 2010 - at AM Radio's build - Surface

 

In a letter written in September, 1819 to his friend John Hamilton Reynolds from Winchester, after a September walk along a river bank, John Keats wrote:

 

 

"'How beautiful the season is now--How fine the air. A temperate sharpness about it. Really, without joking, chaste weather--Dian skies--I never liked stubble-fields so much as now--Aye better than the chilly green of the spring. Somehow, a stubble-field looks warm--in the same way that some pictures look warm. This struck me so much in my Sunday's walk that I composed upon it.''

 

 

" 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. "

 

 

-John Keats - third stanza from his poem "To Autumn" -1819

 

Link to complete poem: www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15565

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