One of the things I noticed most after returning to England after a year in Russia were the seasons. In Russia we experienced either winter or summer, and very little in between.<\/p>\n
Here’s a short poem by the English poet, painter, and printmaker, William Blake, in celebration of Autumn! To Autumn O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d “The narrow bud opens her beauties to “The spirits of the air live in the smells One of the things I noticed most after returning to England after a year in Russia were the seasons. In Russia we experienced either winter or summer, and very little in between. Here’s a short poem by the English poet, painter, and printmaker, William Blake, in celebration of Autumn! To Autumn by William Blake (from […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0},"categories":[21,22],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/we-english.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/655"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/we-english.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/we-english.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/we-english.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/we-english.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=655"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/we-english.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/655\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":690,"href":"https:\/\/we-english.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/655\/revisions\/690"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/we-english.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=655"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/we-english.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=655"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/we-english.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=655"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nby William Blake<\/strong> (from Poetical Sketches, 1783)<\/p>\n
\nWith the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
\nBeneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
\nAnd tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
\nAnd all the daughters of the year shall dance!
\nSing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.<\/p>\n
\nThe sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
\nBlossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
\nFlourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
\nTill clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
\nAnd feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.<\/p>\n
\nOf fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
\nThe gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
\nThus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
\nThen rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
\nHills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"