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Ode To Autumn - Poem 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-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.

Comments about Ode To Autumn by John Keats

  • Me Poet Yeps Poet 1/17/2020 6:56:00 AM

    A natures poet knows best I have posted two just now do read Reply

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  • fuyck a 9/23/2019 1:28:00 PM

    this book remands me of my inner hole Reply

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  • Florence Tipp 8/23/2019 12:33:00 AM

    Have always loved John Keats' poetry. Do have a book of his poetry that I read sometimes. He and Shelley were both great poets of the romantic period. The poetry of Keats is so visual and sensual that I feel when reading it that I am part of the experience. Few poets have that impact on me with exception of T.S. Elliott. Reply

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  • Bernard F. Asuncion 4/5/2019 12:32:00 AM

    One of the best poems by John Keats....... Reply

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  • Armaan 3/5/2019 8:38:00 PM

    Can people please stop trolling in poem comment sections please? Reply

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  • Prabir Gayen 12/17/2018 4:41:00 AM

    Poem of fullness....the blossoming of mind Reply

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  • Bhagabat Prasad Hotta 11/12/2018 10:19:00 PM

    It is the best chance to enjoy the autumn........10+++++++++++ Reply

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  • Ruta Mohapatra 9/19/2018

    'Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
    Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, - -'..............Beautiful lines!
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  • Buble 9/5/2018 11:48:00 PM

    I will praise you, Lord, with all my heart.
    I will tell all the miracles you have done.
    - ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭9: 1-2‬ ‭ICB‬‬
    http: //bible.com/1359/psa.9.1-2.icbI will praise you, Lord, with all my heart.
    I will tell all the miracles you have done.
    - ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭9: 1-2‬ ‭ICB‬‬
    http: //bible.com/1359/psa.9.1-2.icb
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  • Johnthebarman 9/2/2018 8:41:00 AM

    I had always thought Autumn was personified as a women.
    The poem says, “Who hath not seen thee...” and my wife pictures a man at the winnowing, furrow, gleaning and cider-press.
    What do you picture?
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Autumn Poems
  1. 1. Ode To Autumn
    John Keats
  2. 2. Autumn
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  3. 3. Autumn Song
    Sarojini Naidu
  4. 4. Autumn River Song
    Li Po
  5. 5. Autumn Day
    Rainer Maria Rilke
  6. 6. Autumn Moonlight
    Matsuo Basho
  7. 7. Autumn Movement
    Carl Sandburg
  8. 8. Autumn Song
    Dante Gabriel Rossetti
  9. 9. Autumn Within
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  10. 10. Autumn Valentine
    Dorothy Parker
  11. 11. Autumn
    Rainer Maria Rilke
  12. 12. Autumn Daybreak
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
  13. 13. Autumn Birds
    John Clare
  14. 14. Autumn
    Charles Baudelaire
  15. 15. Autumn
    John Clare
  16. 16. AUTUMN (November)
    Walter de la Mare
  17. 17. Autumn: A Dirge
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
  18. 18. Autumn Begins In Martins Ferry, Ohio
    James Arlington Wright
  19. 19. To Autumn
    William Blake
  20. 20. Once Upon An Autumn Day
    Joseph T. Renaldi
  21. 21. Autumn Fires
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  22. 22. When Autumn Came
    Faiz Ahmed Faiz
  23. 23. Autumn
    Thomas Hood
  24. 24. Autumn Feelings
    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  25. 25. Autumn
    Siegfried Sassoon
  26. 26. Autumn
    William Morris
  27. 27. Autumn - By Amy Boothby - Age 10
    Ernestine Northover
  28. 28. Autumn Song
    Katherine Mansfield
  29. 29. The Death Of Autumn
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
  30. 30. Autumn
    Stevie Smith
  31. 31. Autumn Flower
    Hebert Logerie
  32. 32. An Autumn Rain-Scene
    Thomas Hardy
  33. 33. An Autumn Evening
    Lucy Maud Montgomery
  34. 34. Autumn In The Garden
    Henry Van Dyke
  35. 35. Autumn&Mdash;Overlooked My Knitting
    Emily Dickinson
  36. 36. Besides The Autumn Poets Sing
    Emily Dickinson
  37. 37. The Autumn
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  38. 38. A Day In Autumn
    Ronald Stuart Thomas
  39. 39. Autumn Dreams
    Mary Naylor
  40. 40. Love In Autumn
    Sara Teasdale
  41. 41. Winds Of Autumn
    Saigyo
  42. 42. Autumn Gust
    s./j. goldner
  43. 43. Autumn Perspective
    Erica Jong
  44. 44. Autumn Bound
    Sandra Fowler
  45. 45. Seasonal Cycle - Chapter 03 - Pre Autumn
    Kalidasa
  46. 46. Autumn
    Walter Savage Landor
  47. 47. Autumn
    Amy Lowell
  48. 48. By An Autumn Fire
    Lucy Maud Montgomery
  49. 49. A Song Of Autumn
    Adam Lindsay Gordon
  50. 50. Autumn Poems
    Alison Cassidy

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  1. Autumn River Song

    The moon shimmers in green water. White herons fly through the moonlight. The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts: into the night, singing, they paddle home together. Li T'ai-po tr. Hamil

  2. Autumn

    Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, With banners, by great gales incessant fanned, Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain! Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne, Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land, Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain! Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended So long beneath the heaven's o'er-hanging eaves; Thy steps are by the farmer's prayers attended; Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves; And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid, Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!

  3. Autumn Song

    Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,    The sunset hangs on a cloud; A golden storm of glittering sheaves, Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,    The wild wind blows in a cloud. Hark to a voice that is calling    To my heart in the voice of the wind: My heart is weary and sad and alone, For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,    And why should I stay behind?

  4. Autumn Day

    Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Lay your shadow on the sundials and let loose the wind in the fields. Bid the last fruits to be full; give them another two more southerly days, press them to ripeness, and chase the last sweetness into the heavy wine. Whoever has no house now will not build one anymore. Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long time, will stay up, read, write long letters, and wander the avenues, up and down, restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.