{"id":1832,"date":"2009-09-29T10:24:21","date_gmt":"2009-09-29T17:24:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/?p=1832"},"modified":"2009-09-29T10:24:21","modified_gmt":"2009-09-29T17:24:21","slug":"other_matters_keats","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/2009\/09\/other_matters_keats\/","title":{"rendered":"Other Matters: Keats"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Following the <strong>Compatible Quotes<\/strong> entry two exhibits down, several <em>Rifftides<\/em> readers &#8212; literate bunch that you are &#8212; responded extolling the grandfather of all autumnul rhapsodies of the past two centuries. By popular request, here it is.<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/Keats.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"Keats.jpg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/assets_c\/2009\/09\/Keats-thumb-168x127-10364.jpg\" width=\"168\" height=\"127\" class=\"mt-image-center\" style=\"text-align: center; display: block; margin: 0 auto 20px;\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>ODE TO AUTUMN<\/em><br \/>\nJohn Keats (1795-1821)<\/div>\n<p>SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,<br \/>\nClose bosom-friend of the maturing sun;<br \/>\nConspiring with him how to load and bless<br \/>\nWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;<br \/>\nTo bend with apples the moss&#8217;d cottage-trees,<br \/>\nAnd fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;<br \/>\nTo swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells<br \/>\nWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more,<br \/>\nAnd still more, later flowers for the bees,<br \/>\nUntil they think warm days will never cease;<br \/>\nFor Summer has o&#8217;erbrimm&#8217;d their clammy cells.<br \/>\nWho hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?<br \/>\nSometimes whoever seeks abroad may find<br \/>\nThee sitting careless on a granary floor,<br \/>\nThy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;<br \/>\nOr on a half-reap&#8217;d furrow sound asleep,<br \/>\nDrowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook<br \/>\nSpares the next swath and all its twin\u00c3\u00a8d flowers:<br \/>\nAnd sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep<br \/>\nSteady thy laden head across a brook;<br \/>\nOr by a cyder-press, with patient look,<br \/>\nThou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.<br \/>\nWhere are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?<br \/>\nThink not of them, thou hast thy music too,&#8211;<br \/>\nWhile barr\u00c3\u00a8d clouds bloom the soft-dying day<br \/>\nAnd touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;<br \/>\nThen in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn<br \/>\nAmong the river-sallows, borne aloft<br \/>\nOr sinking as the light wind lives or dies;<br \/>\nAnd full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;<br \/>\nHedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft<br \/>\nThe redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;<br \/>\nAnd gathering swallows twitter in the skies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Following the Compatible Quotes entry two exhibits down, several Rifftides readers &#8212; literate bunch that you are &#8212; responded extolling the grandfather of all autumnul rhapsodies of the past two centuries. By popular request, here it is. ODE TO AUTUMN John Keats (1795-1821) SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-1832","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-main","7":"entry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1832","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1832"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1832\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1832"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1832"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1832"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}