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November 11th, 2012, 09:14 AM #1
Ode to Autumn- John Keats
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 mossed 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'erbrimmed 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-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed 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 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 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 redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
"Sweaters: I will openly admit I am obsessed with sweaters/hoodies. My collection is larger than it should be (I still buy them, though since yíknow you need different weights for different temperatures). In fact, Iím sure my close friends and family would call me a sweater/hoodie hoarder in a heartbeat. I always have a sweater/hoodie with me no matter what the season or temperature outside (air conditioning can be chilly!!), but my collection gets heavily used starting now. Thereís something soothing about wearing one; itís like a cuddly hug."
November 11th, 2012, 12:27 PM #2
My November Guest
by: Robert Frost
MY Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.
November 12th, 2012, 09:00 AM #3
My ode to autumn was this past Saturday: homemade short ribs on a bed of cheesy polenta, Wild Turkey on ice, watching college football with friends while the fireplace rages.
November 12th, 2012, 02:10 PM #4
Beautiful ode, as well as yummy!
Originally Posted by job