September 22, 2005


As I do every year (well, okay, last year was the first opportunity I had), I like to commemorate the first day of my favorite season with the an appropriate piece from my favorite poet:

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-eaves 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,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-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 barrèd 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 redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Posted by Robert at September 22, 2005 09:06 AM | TrackBack

That was rather lovely. I was thinking of autumn on Tuesday as I was waiting for my train. Its still pretty darn hot in CT but you can't feel me, it is starting to smell like fall, that rich and fallow decay as the leaves come down and turn into mulch. I took a deep breath and starting thinking about digging my sweaters out. Won't be long, I bet.

Posted by: RP at September 22, 2005 10:07 AM

Yes. It's still pretty warm here, too, but I notice that the first of the leaves are just beginning to turn. (Granted, that might be because it hasn't rained in about six weeks.)

But you can still tell.

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