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gatheryepens · 4 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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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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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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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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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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autumnmylife · 6 months

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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-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.

#To Autumn #John Keats #poetry #poem #words #autumn #fall #autumn leaves

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shadowdancingpoetry · 6 months

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#poetic aesthetic #poetry #poems and quotes #writing #illustration #to autumn #autumn #autumn aesthetic #john keats #art #poem #old books #book aesthetic #cottage aesthetic #light academia

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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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yourbibillyhill · 2 years

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Thou hast thy music too

– To Autumn, John Keats

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sarcasticpoetoflife · 2 years

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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-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.

#john keats #post #poetic #reading #poetsandwriters #lovely #writers on tumblr #poetry #romantic quotes #autunno #autumn #to autumn #poem #poets on tumblr #love poem #prose poem

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hedgehog-moss · 7 months

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I was making chitchat with the woman who works at the plant nursery and I mentioned that two baby trees I bought the other day aren't doing too well, their leaves are yellowing, maybe I'm watering them too much? what could be behind this phenomenon? and she looked like she was trying to find a gentle way to phrase it but then gave up and just said plainly, "Autumn."

another social interaction that will come back to haunt me at 3am five years from now

#i forgot about autumn

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lobautumny · 2 months

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This problem is nothing new, but this specific example with these numbers puts it into a fucking brutal perspective.

To put these numbers a different way: A Taco Bell burrito that used to cost ~7 minutes and 20 seconds of minimum wage work now costs ~30 minutes and 30 seconds of minimum wage work.

You used to be able to work at Taco Bell anywhere in the country and make enough money in one hour to buy at least 8 burritos (maybe 9 if you're a manager or something) and feed, like, 3-4 people a decently-filling meal. But now, the same amount of work at the same job will get you one meal for one person. And this change has happened over a mere 15 years.

Remember this whenever you see rich people demonize younger generations for our financial situations, when they call us irresponsible for not investing a ton of money in savings accounts.

#autumn rants

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spicymochi · 7 months

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