Friday, September 6, 2013

The Morning Reading: fill all fruit with ripeness to the core"

from "Ode to Autumn"
- John Keats

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.


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