Welcome this week’s edition of Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 2nd of October 2017 on Red Kite Radio.
Autumn marches on in the UK and, in this edition, we look at one of the most iconic and anthologised of all Autumn poems, To Autumn, by John Keats. Despite dying at the early age of 25, Keats left us with some of the greatest poems in the English Language. Some academics consider this poem as the most perfect piece of poetry ever written.
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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-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d 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-brimm’d their clammy cells.