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Rich Days
William Henry Davies


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.


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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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
I love this poem and this spot-on observation of autumn!!
Posted 10/13/2016 08:53 AM
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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