Since watching the film Bright Star and visiting Rome last summer, I've been having an on off thing with John Keats..more off than on to be truthful.
Almost definitely a day for our thing to be on though. And a good day for this.
Four seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of Man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring's honeyed cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness -to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook: -
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forgo his mortal nature.
John Keats 1795-1821
Lets say though that his seasons don't just come around once, John.
Lets assume that a man or woman can have more than one spring
Lets just suppose that he can fit Autumn into his life..several times
and lets not presume Winter will come at the close
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So... in which season do you find yourself?
Hi Martin
Good question.
I think I may be teetering on the edge of a lusty spring, but with Autumn looming
what about you?
A lusty Spring sounds excellent!
As for me, definitely Autumnal, with more than a few shards of Winter creeping into certain aspects of life.
Happy days!
Lovely, both the Keats and your thoughts.
I think I only saw two (non-kiddie) films last year but Bright Star was one of them and I liked it very much.
Thank you Greer.
I watched and thoroughly enjoyed it on a rainy afternoon with a little glass of wine and no one in the house. A rare treat
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