Do We Need a Keats Ode Right About Now?

I think we do. “Ode 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 plumpContinue reading “Do We Need a Keats Ode Right About Now?”