START THE WEEK

ONE of the most beautiful poems ever written in any language is To Autumn, by English poet John Keats. The poem is both simple and complex; the language so lovely and well-chosen that you can virtually see the images from the poem come alive in front of you.

If you have been reading this blog for some time you will know that I adore John Keats! There was nothing not beautiful about him, and he was both a sensitive poet and a strong young man. He was good at boxing and famously beat up some brutish guy whom he saw torturing a puppy. (Sadly, Keats died at 26 by tuberculosis).

As the week starts and summer leaves, I will transcribe two lines from To Autumn. The poet is supposedly speaking to the season:

"Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too..."

Enjoy the music of autumn! Have a good start to the day, the month and to the season! xxx