Tuesday, 14 October 2008

Season of mitts and mellow fruitfulness

Good things this week? Apple crumble shared with family. Mary Jane's Frill Mitts almost finished. Natural dye experiments with damsons, apples and nettles. And a touch of poetry.....

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-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed 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'erbrimmed their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, -
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing, and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.


petra said...

Yum, the apple crumble looks delicious! And the mitts - wow - great color combo!

Mary Jane said...

Oh! the mitts are as lovely as the apple crumble, lucious! It makes me so happy to see them. Wonderful poem, we have hedge-crickets singing in our house. What gossamer thread you'll spin from that sugary roving. Beautiful triptych of photographs.

Louisa said...

Such pretty colours you got! I love how all the plant dye colours coordinate no matter what.

Cindy G said...

Aaaah! One of my very favorite poems of all time.

a friend to knit with said...

i LOVE your frill mitts.
thanks for sharing the poem.

inkberryblue said...

What a beautiful post! Your creations are lovely and the poem's divine. Thanks. =]

zippiknits said...

Your blog is so beautiful. Every time I come here I feel a great Peace descending on my brain cells. I'll be glad when the marathon season of you-know-what is over. Here, have a dove.. ;-)