The original text and translation of toautumn are as follows:
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;?
< p>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.
To Autumn
This is The season surrounded by mist is also the season of ripeness and harvest; close to our close confidant, the sun, plotting with him how to use fruits to carry and praise the grape vines under the eaves of the thatched house; in order to bend the moss-covered old trees in front of the cottage. On the tree, all the apples are ripe;
For the gourds to be plumper, for the hazelnut shells to be filled with sweet cores, for the bees to have endless stamens, until they think that the warm time will never last. will fade away because summer has already filled their hearts. Who hasn't seen you hanging around the barn? Sometimes, people who are out looking for you will find you sitting casually on the floor of the barn, your hair being gently blown by the wind; Sleeping in the fields, the sickle rests next to the flowers in the next row; sometimes, you are like a gleaner, holding your head high and gently wading through a stream; sometimes, you will quietly watch the apple juice, in the time Here, shed the last drop. Where are the songs of spring?
Ah! Where are they? No need to miss spring, you also have your own singing. When the clouds light up the fading day and paint the stubble-strewn fields with the color of roses, your song is there!
In the willow forest by the river, in a plaintive chorus, small flying insects flickered in and out of the undulating breeze; the bleating sounds of mature sheep came from the mountains; Crickets were singing below, along with the call of robins coming from the farm in the distance, and the accompanying swallows were whispering in the air.
About the author:
"To Autumn" is a poem by the British romantic poet John Keats (October 31, 1795 to February 23, 1821). Comments Writers consider To Autumn to be one of the most respected lyric poems in the English language and one of the most perfect short poems in the English language.
Like Byron and Shelley, he is a representative of the second generation of British Romantic poets. Their poems are characterized by sensual imagery, which is a characteristic of Romantic poets. Their purpose is to emphasize nature through Imagery to express extreme emotions.
On September 19, 1819, an autumn night, the poet took a walk along the River Itchen near Winchester, and then wrote "To Autumn". In a letter to a friend on September 21, John Keats described the shock that the scene during his walk on the 19th brought to him and the inspiration for writing "To Autumn".