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Poems
on October and autumn
Ode to Autumn
by 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-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd 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'er-brimm'd 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-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd 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 cyder-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 red-breast
whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Leaves
by Elsie Brady
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon
the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well
done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the
sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
Pomegranate
At
last,
Burst out exposing gleaning gem granules
Like rubies emitting brilliant rays
Because could not keep them
for herself all alone.
Such an amicable face
That is shyly reddened
With gleaning teeth on her smiling face.
Since spring time,
When scions swell to sprout,
Having
waited long time
Till now to expose all gem granules inside.
Summer,
Bloom like a trumpet
That brought butterflies, humming birds, . . .
Along with secret of nature.
Until fall,
When
gladly expose all the glories,
Grow taking all spirits from the sun
Compacting inside.
Now, she
does not have any regrets
Left . . .
* Pomegranate(Punica granatum) is a fruit bearing deciduous shrub
or small tree growing between and eight meters tall. The pomegranate is native to the region from Iran to Himalayas in northern
India and has been cultivated and naturalized over the whole Mediterranean Region and Caucasus since ancient times. It can
be used as juice and many culinary components. It contains vitamin C, vitamin B5, potassium and antioxidant polyphenols. When
it ripens peels crack and opn up exposing granules inside.
2008
Jae Ro
