The poem
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'er-brimmed their clammy cell.
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.
i think this poem is useless and imorale it goes on and on about Autumn, no-one cars about poetry any more except old people, no-one in our generation has time to bother about these things.
Anyone who does not know how to spell care!? has to be seriously deranged. I'd like to see the type of poetry you can do and allow for such depth. The poem on face value is about autumn but look deeper and you will see it is about more than just that. How dare you insult the long-standing poetry lovers and just because you dont enjoy poems doesnt mean other people wont. Yes, there are better poems than this one but it takes someone talented and audatious to turn a simple poem into a riveting, deep and thought provoking verse. Please enlighten me on what you believe to be this immorale poem. I look foward to your next comment on this.
agreed Katy! this ode demonstrates characteristics inexorably bound with those ideals in which Romantics such as Wordworth and the likes strived to demonstrate. If you don't have any understanding, keep your comments to yourself
the only time when this generation reads poetry is when they have an assignment. This makes it really hard cause how can we be expected to do an essay or something on poetry we dont even understand!