06 March 2013

Dreaming of Autumn

According to the general populace, 1 March is supposed to herald in the cooler season of Autumn, bringing with it much appreciated relief from our hot Southern Summers.  However, here in southern Australia, our temperatures are still heading skyward as if Summer is determined to make sure it is not forgotten for a while.

Having had enough of our heat and increasing humidity, my thoughts however are wishfully focused on the cool change that will eventually arrive (hopefully in time for the upcoming Autumn Equinox picnic being organised on Sunday, 17th March).  As such, I thought I would share a beautiful seasonal poem:



To Autumn

by William Blake (from Poetical Sketches, 1783)


O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

“The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.

“The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.



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