I kind of love the intensity of this guy's ten minute introduction to Romanticism. He reminds me of an old school Simon Schama with the close-ups and his lofty air. We also get a peak into Keats' house which I could very well visit on my trip to Europe!
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Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Monday, May 19, 2014
"...by the winnowing wind"
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometime 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,
Drowsed 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 cidar-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
--"To Autumn" by John Keats
Sometime 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,
Drowsed 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 cidar-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
--"To Autumn" by John Keats
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