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Poetry corner (such an original title)

I know it is very hard to outshine Birdy's effort at writing poetry so I have decided not to try. Instead I shall offer John Keats's take on an autumn day. Ahem, ladies and gentlemen, I give you:

To Autumn. 1820. by 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-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-brimmed their clammy cells.

 

 

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  • and I give you....I walked out in my coat of pride and looked about on everyside....forgotten the rest.

  • waterbuttswaterbutts Posts: 1,277

    Oh dear, sorry. Didn't mean to sound snotty nosed. Just liked the words.image

  • no,lovely poem,....I myself love poetry ..just I cant remember the lines these days.image

  • waterbuttswaterbutts Posts: 1,277

    image Me neither. And so often the lines that I remember go round and round in loops instead of straight on to the end.image

  • nutcutletnutcutlet Posts: 27,445

    I love 'To Autumn' and I'm not really a peotry person. Just a few I like



    In the sticks near Peterborough
  • waterbuttswaterbutts Posts: 1,277

    I won't bore everyone with the next two verses! I have limited poetry capacity myself.

  • Slowly silently now the moon, walks the night in her silver shoon

    This way and that she peers and sees, silver fruit upon silver trees

    One by one the casements catch, her beams beneath the silvery thatch

    Crouched in his kennel like a log, with paws of silver sleeps the dog

    From their shadowy cotes the white breasts peep of doves in a silver feathered sleep

    A harvest mouse goes scampering by, with silver claw and silver eye

    And moveless fish in the water gleam of silver reeds in a silver stream

    I was tought this at school many (MOONS) ago

                                                                               joan

     

     

     

     

  • I edited this poem but couldnt insert it on here, doing something wrong obviously

                                                                                Joan

    oops it worked image

  • archiepemarchiepem Posts: 1,155

    high waving heather neath stormy skies

  • waterbuttswaterbutts Posts: 1,277

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    Tomstattyead, you obviously had a very effective teacher. Can you remember the teacher? Can you remember who wrote the poem?

    Archiepem, is that your own?image

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