Poems of Autumn (Poems of Autumn)--------John Keats: To Autumn (Keats, Ode to Autumn)
SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness, < /p>
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; < /p>
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 Translation: In the autumn when the mist is filled and the fruits are ripe,
You become friends with the ripe sun;
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You conspire to use countless beads to decorate the grape vines under the eaves of the thatched house;
make the old tree in front of the house carry apples on its back,
Let the ripe flavor penetrate into the heart of the fruit,
make the gourd swell, and bulge the hazelnut shell,
so that the sweet core can be stuffed; and for the bees
The flowers that bloom too late at a time,
make them think that the days will always be warm,
because summer fills their sticky nests early.