To Autumn

October 2, 2008

Seeing students for the first time today made me think of a quote in a book by Spanish novelist Javier Marias where he points out how strange it is to be an academic; to experience the start of the year in the season of decay.  Failing to find the quote itself, I’m bringing you the first stanza of John Keats’ “To Autumn.”  Enjoy while watching the crisp fall day from your windows…

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.

– Keats, 1819

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