To Autumn
William Blake
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
"The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head.
"The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees."
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
Lions and DanubeSunday's Blue Hour
Schemerl Bridge
20th District (Brigittenau)
Tiger,
ReplyDeleteTiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
bla bla bla
Forget the words to that song...
Hi Liza! :-)))
ReplyDeleteWhen I first spotted these huge lions high above the Donaukanal, "Tyger burning bright" was the line I had to think of!
Here's the text of William Blake's poem (from "Songs of Experience", the poem was written 213 years ago):
THE TYGER
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
hahah, thank you!! I am doing my best...The movie was in America loooong ago, but here it comes on October 3rd. Make sure you see it!!
ReplyDeleteYou will love it. I heart it :))
Beautiful work, Merisi. I'm a big fan of what you do - and a big fan of Willilam Blake as well ....
ReplyDeleteI agree with David. the peom almost "drips with juice"
ReplyDeleteOh I so wish we had autumn here in Jamaica...it's my absolute favourite season.
ReplyDeleteBTW, I loved yesterday's post. I must confess that if that rose macaron was placed before me, I doubt I would have had the restraint to photograph it so very nicely as you did :)
well.....first I will go down to Venezia to spot a few lions there.....than may be Wien.......I bought Claudio Magris' Danube the other day and hope to travel the river by boat with my dear.
ReplyDeleteI put my comment for this post in the last one.
ReplyDeleteAutumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Albert Camus
Two quotes for the price of one!