The BBC ran a ‘Vote for your….’favourite poet and the result was T S Eliot.  I wonder how  many people could recite one of his poems? By heart?

 

Probably we all have a favourite poem but looking at the list shows how many poems of the last two centuries feature there whereas poems of the 21st Century are few.  This probably results from the fact that learning poetry by heart has gone out of fashion.  I should like to thank the long-dead Romantic poet John Keats for his beautiful poem, of which I only remember a few lines, especially these:

 

‘Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun…’

 

although there are others which conjure up the beauty of the season.  I love the John Keats version which is why I am going to put a link to it here . . .

To Autumn by John Keats