Sunday, 13 September 2009

Urn and all

When it is dark, damp November,
please let me remember
this week of golden September.
Unlike Keats,
I would rather have
the living, dying rose --
yes, thorns and all.

27 comments:

steven said...

bee these are brilliant words! really they nail so much of the sentiment i feel looking ahead into the depths of wintertime when we get shut down by the dark, the really deep cold, and all the snow. there's beauty in it to be sure but how could it compare to this absolutely, stonishingly gorgeous week we've just had. thanks for this. steven

Beth said...

The changing of the seasons enables us to appreciate (even more) what came before...
Still, I too will miss the smells, the vibrant colours and walking amidst it all.
And then I will try to find beauty in the snow – although the older I get, the harder that is to do...

Delwyn said...

I will remind you Bee

Happy days

ArtSparker said...

A timely reminder.

Shaista said...

Oh yes, do let us remember together the golden week of September before darkness falls again.

Maggie May said...

perfect sentiment.

Christina said...

you are a poet, who speaks to my heart.
xo

A Cuban In London said...

Lovely words, especially as I am reading Keat's selected poems at night. Very slowly but surely. I want to understand him better this time around, last time I read him I was in uni and we HAD to study his work. I hope you can read between the lines. I am enjoying his poetry much better now, though.

Your words ring so true to me. Give me that rose, please, or alternatively, a tulip.

Greetings from London.

Tracy Golightly-Garcia said...

Bee
What words can do for a person when put into a lovely poem.
Thank-You so much for sharing!
Tracy :)

Tongue Trip said...

hello! from a big Jane aficionado from India. your post is so dreamlike and thanks so much for the littlest of details, i could very well picture most of it. your blog is unusually interesting and very charming.

willow said...

WONderful photo. It would make a lovely painting, Bee. I love the change of seasons and would hate to live in a temperate climate.

Bee said...

Steven - I love seasonal change (and the way we are always ready for the next thing), but there is a certain time in September that is one of my very favorite times.

Beth - I can find beauty in snow, because we get so little of it. I struggle with the endless GRAY, though.

Delwyn - I can be reminded just by looking at your blog in spring-time, right?

ArtSparker - That picture was only about two hours old when I posted it. I didn't mention the scratches incurred while I was dead-heading!

Shaista - I hope you are enjoying it, too . . .

Maggie May - It applies to other things, too. I know that you get that.

Christina - Thank you, friend.

A Cuban in London - I know EXACTLY what you mean about Keats' writing. I often revisit the writing I didn't appreciate when I was in school -- especially the poetry.

Tracy - You are very welcome. And THANK you.

Tongue Trip - What a generous compliment. Thank you so much.

Willow - I'm starting to agree more and more. Do you paint, Willow?

♥ Braja said...

Sweet, Bee....really sweet....

Elizabeth said...

So beautifully put.
This is, indeed, the most deliciously sweet season.

karen's being bossy said...

love that quote, and your roses are beyond gorgeous. over here they are so overbred and have lost their scent and multi-layered leaves. yours look like peonies almost!

ps/ you saw jude as hamlet! i would love to see him do it on broadway. the tickets are actually pretty reasonable, but i have to fly there and stay somewhere. :(

Alyson (New England Living) said...

So lovely! Thanks for the reminder to live in this moment.

mouse (aka kimy) said...

beautiful bee

how I adore autumn, the light and the ever changing palette of color

♥ Boomer ♥ said...

Just lovely. So glad I stopped by. I needed a lift tonight! ♥

Just a Plane Ride Away said...

Our roses are in bloom as well--I am sure for the last time this season. When we first moved into this house, the lavender and roses were in full bloom. The lavender is long gone, but the scent lingers.

Reya Mellicker said...

Yes yes, thorns and all. Thank you!

September light is golden, isn't it? I've been noticing it every evening when the angle of the sun is just so.

Tongue Trip said...

thanks and took note! am going to try something lighter, perhaps light grey..dont know, will see.

Fantastic Forrest said...

Holly blooms in November, so it's not all bad. :)

You really need to come out here to the City of Roses next summer. I think we should have blog camp here.

For about a month or so, until conversation lags a bit, then you can return to your family.

C'mon...you know you want to.

Bee said...

FF - On the subject of Holly: personally, I think that all of the lovely preparations for Christmas evolved just to get us through the month of November.

I'm very open to the idea of Northwest Blog Camp. Let's talk.

Mariana Soffer said...

Excelent poem great blog, I am glad I discovered you

I agree with you is better to live life and face things than not, even if you get hurt along the path.

bye bye

dogimo said...

Among the classic virtues, "felicity" is the one I can never quite put into words, or call to mind quite what it means.

Dave King said...

Keeper of the family happiness? Not a possible task, but not a thankless one either, I would have thought. A really good post, though. As far as I could tell, it captured the essence of the day. Thanks for taking us along.

Lisa said...

Me, too.