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raffaellopalandri · 1 year

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Happy Birthday, John Keats

Happy Birthday, John Keats (31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)!! 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-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…

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#English Literature #John Keats #literature #poem #Poet #poetry #Poetry lovers #Raffaello Palandri #Romantic Poetry #Romanticism #To Autumn #To Autumn Keats

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crawlingbetweenearthandheaven · 7 months

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The Code of the Woosters, PG Wodehouse, 1938

#pg wodehouse #Wodehouse #p. g. wodehouse #jeeves #jeeves and Wooster #Keats #ode to autumn #british literature #literature #bookblr #now reading #dark academia

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gatheryepens · 5 months

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Untitled by me // Autumn Landscape by Vincent van Goh // To Autumn by John Keats // we fell in love in october by girl in red // Wooded Path in Autumn by Hans Andersen Brendekilde // quote by Friedrich Nietzsche // Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood //

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autumncottageattic · 7 months

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"To Autumn" 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-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 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.

#john keats to autumn #john keats poetry #john keats #autumn poem #autumn atmosphere #autumn aesthetic #autumn colors #autumn nature #country autumn'#fall season #country living #autumn garden #cozy cottage life #country aesthetic #cottage garden

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0bsessiv3s0ul · 6 days

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Thinking about this.

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apoemaday · 2 years

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To Autumn

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-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, Drows’d 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 cyder-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 red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

#poetry #john keats #to autumn #ode #keats

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totallyarabella · 7 months

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Oh the way I love those albums that sound just like autumn 🍂🖤

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saintlopezlov3r · 2 years

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Dead Poets Society

Mood board

#movie #dead poets society #edit #netflix #mood board #moodboard #john keating #todd anderson #80s #neil perry #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #aesthetic autumn #aesthetic

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p-isforpoetry · 7 months

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"To Autumn" by John Keats ‖ Damian Lewis (2023.09.23)

National Theatre's "A Poet for Every Day of the Year" - dedicated to Helen McCrory (2022.03.03)

You can watch the full event here

Introduced by Allie Esiri. The actors are Damian Lewis, Simon Russell Beale, Fay Ripley, Danny Sapani and Lesley Sharp.

#To Autumn #John Keats #Damian Lewis #A Poet for Every Day of the Year #National Theatre #Youtube

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kishusachan · 5 months

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Ode of AUTUMN 🍁🍂🥀

"Which season is your favourite?"

Ummm.... It's autumn..and then spring and rain.

"But why autumn ?"

For other's it's season of gloominess, whereas for me it's a season of nostalgia. How I lighted up that first scented candle and putted up those fairy lights. Luminous yellow flame of candle and golden beaming fairy light. The slow approach of nature towards winter. A season of balanced equilibrium of temperature, how could I hate it.? The big, old dried trees with pale or no leafs, where the birds sing in serenity and unison. A season of slow songs, beige and red color palletes, white blankets, a season of self healing and watching those white-blue orchids going away, a season for readers and John Keats' poetry (The ode of nightingale) and for artist's marking their asymmetry.

Season of mists yet clear sunsets where sun dives into the pink ocean of sky. People call it fall, but autumn leaves don't fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on their only chance.

Stepped into my homeland and saw the crop swaying in pure tranquility. And hair of homemakers lifting up by the soothing winnowing wind. The only greif-stricken thingo being, I visited it dreaming. A bittersweet story.

Everyone sings the songs of spring, failing to remember, those dry leaves which remark a new start, everything that collapses, blooms into something even mesmerizing.

-Kishu ♡

1:07am (30/11/2023)

#autumn #sunset #short poem #poem #original poem #john keats #autumn poem #autumn lover

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waiting-to-spill · 7 months

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pitts would be the font courier right

yes agreed now it’s time for part 2 !!

dps characters as fonts pt. 2

pittsie is courier because pitts is such a generally likable character—who doesn’t like him, right? and courier is similar like it just radiates kindness and if fonts had personalities courier would definitely be the friend who has never said a mean word in their life

todd is bodoni because don’t ask why but i just get so inspired when i see bodoni and honestly todd is the same for me he is the most talented poet and most amazing person in the world and can you tell who’s my favorite character yet-

keating is futura not because i think their auras match but because of the way that they surprise you. after seeing all these teachers in welton being the same old people and encouraging uniformity, keating just changes everything up and teaches you to think for yourself. similarly, futura is so shocking to see after seeing fonts like georgia and times new roman and garamond and it reminds you that not every font is old looking and serif and it freshens your perspective and leaves you saying oh.

#this got so long #and deep #dps #dead poets society #todd anderson #gerard pitts #john keating #fall #autumn #reading #neil perry

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wisdomofcheer · 6 months

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"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..."

#inktober2023 #inktober #john keats #to autumn

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thetoymakers · 7 months

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To Autumn 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-brimm'd their clammy cells.

#Keats #Autumn #artbyme #español #otoño #illustration #Seasons of mist #This poem is everything

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blueywritespoetry · 7 months

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there's something about autumn

that calls to the decaying

like we are the mulch on pavement

trodden underfoot.

It's not that we receive no joy

with children crunching leaves

it's just that it pales in comparison

to that of our predecessor

the sun is fading usually

with black coats and jackets

and you whisper that it's pumpkin spice

jackets, spooky, hot chocolate season

I miss the leaf-crunching when it's gone.

The romanticism of greased hair

bedrotting without a change of sheets

I miss the depression when it's gone

And there it is again in waves, crashing misery.

And now it's back I wish to drown

let Poseidon take me screaming

lulling me into states of dreaming.

#original poetry #poems and poetry #original poem #poetry #poem #poems on tumblr #poemsbyme #brothers #poet #inspired by to autumn #shoutout john keats #except this was scrawled in the margins so i didnt have to pay attention #no offence john but your poems bloody dull #autumn #romanticism #leaves crunching

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autumneverleigh · 2 years

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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-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-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 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.

John Keats

#john keats #dark academic aesthetic #dark academia #poetry #autumn academia #autumn aesthetic #autumn vibes #autumn #autumn poetry #autumn poem #dark acadamia aesthetic #academia aesthetic #chaotic academia

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raineszramski · 2 years

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I started this painting based on John Keats' poem "To Autumn" about ten years ago. Really. I kept putting it aside to work on other things, a lot of other things. I decided, upon moving to the new place, that this would be the first of my stack of illustrations in progress that I was going to work on first and finally get done for Autumn 2022. 🍂

#To Autumn #john keats #to autumn #John Keats #romantic poetry

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