Thursday 17 April 2014

O... is for Ode

Poems that are dedicated to things and people and love are so beautiful, aren't they? They fill me with joy and a deeper understanding of the things we often miss...
From Ode to Autumn, these lines
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'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
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This is the fifteenth post for the April A-to-Z Blogging Challenge 2014.
Previously, Archaism, British literature, Critical Analysis, Drama, Edinburgh, Faust, Gothic Fiction, Humour, Interpretation, Journalling, Keats, Language, Metaphysical Poetry, Narration

2 comments:

S. L. Hennessy said...

I've always loved Ode to a Nightingale.

Tony Laplume said...

Also, Grecian urns.