Sunday, 1 November 2015

Sunday 1st November 2015 - November

"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness".... dunno about the fruitfulness but it sure was misty all today.

Have you read the whole poem?

Here it is.... in facsimile... from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_Autumn


A white sheet of paper that is completely filled with a poem in cursive hand writing. Many of the lines mid-way down the page are scratched out.

A white sheet of paper that is completely filled with a poem in cursive hand writing. A few of the words are scratched out with other words written above as corrections. Words can be partly seen from the other side of the page but they are illegible. A note midway down the page describes that it is an "Original manuscript of John Keats's Poem to Autumn."

You can read the whole thing if you go to the Wikipedia page. And the meaning, themes, structure, and everything else.

There's nothing "fruitful" left in our garden. This year our harvest was mainly apples (now in the freezer) and chillis.

"Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them,..."

No, think not of the songs of Spring. It's going to be Christmas Carols for the rest of the year. 




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