{"id":3642,"date":"2020-09-28T00:00:47","date_gmt":"2020-09-28T04:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/?p=3642"},"modified":"2020-09-28T13:34:44","modified_gmt":"2020-09-28T17:34:44","slug":"september-28-wedding-anniversary-of-my-mom-and-dad-in-1935","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/2020\/09\/28\/september-28-wedding-anniversary-of-my-mom-and-dad-in-1935\/","title":{"rendered":"September 28  &#8212; wedding anniversary of my Mom and Dad in 1935"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cSeason of mists and mellow fruitfulness\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Last year about this time, one of the list\u2019s readers responded to an all-time favorite autumn poem from Gerard Manley Hopkins \u2013 \u2013 who pretty regularly knocks me flat with wonder. The email contained John Keats\u2019 early 19th-century romantic poem without comment. \u00a0That reader reminded me, as list readers often do, of a poet I had not noticed for a while. \u00a0No scolding either; as in \u201chow can you have overlooked Keats!\u201d \u00a0Since then, Keats works on my imagination this time of year. \u00a0I\u2019m in his debt for this near-perfect evocation of mid-autumn blustering East\/North East winds and rain.<\/p>\n<p>During this year, \u00a0with its avalanches of relentless news stories, I am hearing \u2014 in conversations with generous-hearted companions who find the courage, again and again, to pay attention to the wounds of the world and call out powerful and stark images of the state of the present world. \u00a0One soul friend, when I asked, \u201ctell me how you are these weeks,\u201d told me: \u201cmy cough has been very tough, mostly because of the clouds of smoke from the raging fires around us.\u201d \u00a0She said, \u201csometimes this feels like the end of the world. . .\u201d\u00a0\u00a0But then we tell each other stories of tenderness and hope in and for this same hard world.<\/p>\n<p>Telling each other stories restores and refreshes our hopes and imaginations: \u00a0we rise from our fears and begin again to embrace our world.<\/p>\n<p>Best to read \u201cto autumn\u201d several times out loud with pauses.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Have a blest week.<\/p>\n<p>john sj<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Today\u2019s Post \u201cTo Autumn\u201d John Keats<\/strong><\/p>\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-eves run;<br \/>\nTo bend with apples the moss\u2019d 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\u2019er-brimm\u2019d their clammy cells.<\/p>\n<p>Who 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\u2019d furrow sound asleep,<br \/>\nDrows\u2019d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook<br \/>\nSpares the next swath and all its twined 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.<\/p>\n<p>Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?<br \/>\nThink not of them, thou hast thy music too,\u2014<br \/>\nWhile barred 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 red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;<br \/>\nAnd gathering swallows twitter in the skies.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/170\/2017\/10\/John-Keats.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-2443\" src=\"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/170\/2017\/10\/John-Keats.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"220\" height=\"259\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>31 October 1795 \u2013 23 February 1821<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cSeason of mists and mellow fruitfulness\u201d Last year about this time, one of the list\u2019s readers responded to an all-time favorite autumn poem from Gerard Manley Hopkins \u2013 \u2013 who pretty regularly knocks me flat with wonder. The email contained &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/2020\/09\/28\/september-28-wedding-anniversary-of-my-mom-and-dad-in-1935\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":139,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[11641],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3642"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/139"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3642"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3642\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3643,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3642\/revisions\/3643"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3642"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3642"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3642"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}