Author Archives: K Morris Poet

About K Morris Poet

The purpose of this website (kmorrispoet.com) is to showcase my writing. For details of my published works, please click on the 'About' page of my blog.

The BBC retrace the walk which inspired Keats to compose his “To Autumn”

On todays “The World this Weekend”, on BBC Radio 4, there was a piece regarding John Keat’s “To Autumn”. In it a poet and a local nature expert retrace Keat’s footsteps as they walk through the countryside that inspired the composition of “To Autumn”.

To listen to the piece (its about 20 minutes into the 30 minute programme) please follow this link, https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m0008qgb. Please note, you will need to log-in to BBC sounds in order to listen or, if you don’t have an account, you will need to create one.

Below is Keat’s “To Autumn”:

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

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A podcast of my interview on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, on 19 September 2019 is now available

As those of you who follow this blog will know, on 19 September I appeared on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series. During my interview, I read from, and discussed my “Selected Poems”.

I am pleased to announce that a podcast of my interview is now available, and can be found here, http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=14784. My interview can be located approximately 12 minutes into the podcast.

I listened back to the show using Google Chrome, so know that the podcast works utilising that browser. Whilst other browsers may work, I can only speak for Chrome!

My sincere thanks to Ariadne Sawyer and Victor for hosting me on The World Poetry Reading Series.

Kevin

I Know A Young Lady Named Pam

I know a young lady named Pam
Who is extremely fond of strawberry jam.
Whilst I’ve oft been in her kitchen
And watched her with great skill stitching,
I’ve never got my hands on jam!

The World Poetry Canada International Peace Poetathon 2019 remains open for submissions

The World Poetry Canada International Peace Poetathon 2019, hosted by The World Poetry Reading Series, remains open for poetry and other submissions.

For details please follow this link, http://worldpoetry.ca/?page_id=14662.

When A Young Lady Named Ann

When a young lady named Ann
Rattled a very large tin can,
And I said, “is that for charity?”
She replied, “no, its for me,
And my man, his name is Stan”.