Marianne Faithfull - To Autumn (Lyrics Video)
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- Опубликовано: 10 сен 2024
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To Autumn by John Keats:
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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Ive always loved MArian talking poetry, she puts meaning and understanding into her words,her voice so husky after years of partying and smoking and drugging to the change of a soft voice to a voice so huskyness ,but throuh it all she's still MArian to me,💟💟😘✌🌈💟😘,
I love this reading expressed as if in a dream.
Thank you Madame Marianne!!👑
Beauty full
What an amazing Ladý
marianne está más allá, y warren vuela a su lado. genia y genio.
JUST BEAUTIFUL POEM...♥️♥️♥️
Reminds me a little of 'Memories - Like Autumn Leaves' by Ven Bunce 👍😎 A very nice Poem/Audio/Video to be playing first thing in the morning 😀
Soo beautiful
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Beautiful 😊😊😊
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I love you
Keats must be pleased