Post 423) from Xanga: To Autumn

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423) Found another house to offer on... I really hope that this one works out. I'm tired of looking (and I'm sure you're tired of reading about it!).

The other day I memorized the first stanza of a poem by Keats. I was doing it to keep my mind busy while I was washing dishes. I think memorizing poems is lots of fun -- it gives you something to think about in later years, when you're stopped at a red light or sitting on the bus. You can recite a poem in your mind and feel happy.

Here's the first stanza of Keat's "To Autumn" (typed from memory, so excuse me if I get anything wrong!):

Seasons 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-shell
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 hath o'er-brimmed their clammy cells.