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John Keats – Ode To Autumn – a Reading
I have already written a few words about Ode to Autumn but felt minded to record my own reading of it.
Here lies one whose name was writ in water.
Far from disappearing, Keats and his incomparable poetry have lived on after his death.
Where are the songs of spring?
What exquisite bitter-sweetness, an English autumn in the countryside.