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Welcome to you rich Autumn days,
Ere comes the cold, leaf-picking wind;
When golden stocks are seen in fields,
All standing arm-in-arm entwined;
And gallons of sweet cider seen
On trees in apples red and green.
With mellow pears that cheat our teeth,
Which melt that tongues may suck them in;
With blue-black damsons, yellow plums,
Now sweet and soft from stone to skin;
And woodnuts rich, to make us go
Into the loneliest lanes we know.
This poem is in the public domain.
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William Henry Davies (1871-1940) was a Welsh poet who started out as a rounder but ended up a respected poet. Raised by grandparents after his father died and his mother remarried, William was inclined toward a life of adventure; he traveled by boat to North America repeatedly before losing a leg in attempting to jump a train. He eventually returned to England, wrote a book about his wandering years, paid and starved his way into becoming a published poet and, eventually, gained equal standing with such contemporaries as Yeats and Ezra Pound.
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Michael:
Love the images of sight and smell and taste in this poem.
Thank you, Jayne, for this post.
Posted 10/13/2016 09:35 AM
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paradea:
I love this poem and this spot-on observation of autumn!!
Posted 10/13/2016 08:53 AM
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Newf:
I mostly don't like autumn. This reminds me of all the blessings. Not sure what the last 2 lines mean. Enjoying the rhythm.
Posted 10/13/2016 06:43 AM
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blueskies:
Feeling a sad irony in this ode. Quite a wealth of adventures to draw upon as a honored & gifted Welsh man.
Posted 10/13/2016 06:13 AM
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Katrina:
Rich indeed in natural potency; I like the mellow allusion to Keats' ode and the way I am unexpectedly stranded.
Posted 10/13/2016 04:10 AM
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rhonasheridan:
I find this a strange little poem.
Posted 10/13/2016 02:21 AM
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