To Autumn by John Keats

[kellyrfineman]

Yesterday's post was "Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost, which, while written to evoke spring, works in many ways as an Autumn poem as well. Autumn seemed like the obvious next choice, and what better poem to represent Autumn than this lovely piece by Keats:

To Autumn
by John Keats

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Comments

[liz_scanlon]

I reallly just want to say that I admire all the amazing segues you've made this month. More than the individual poems, the conversation between poems has been quite an inspiration....

[kellyrfineman]

Thanks - that's been both the challenge and a large part of the fun for me. I have one more choice to make, and I'm still not certain what tomorrow's poem will be.

swoony goodness?!?

[slatts]

:-)

Re: swoony goodness?!?

[kellyrfineman]

I so should have used that phrase, because this poem is chockfull of swoony goodness.

[angeladegroot]

I love the swoony goodness. What a sensory poem!

[kellyrfineman]

It's marvelous, isn't it? Now you understand why I like repeating that Hugh Grant line (besides the obvious use of the F-word, which you know I enjoy using).

[arialas]

I think this is one of the most perfect poems ever written. Thanks for posting.

[kellyrfineman]

You are most welcome. It was so lovely to meet you at the conference!

[arialas]

Nice to meet you, too! Hope you had a wonderful retreat :)