September has come, it is hers Whose vitality leaps in the autumn, Whose nature prefers Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace. So I give her this month and the next Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already So many of its days intolerable or perplexed But so many more so happy. Who has left a scent on my life, and left my walls Dancing over and over with her shadow Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls And all of London littered with remembered kisses. Louis MacNeice
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The poet John Keats wrote these words in 1819, and they contain a pretty complex idea about the nature of time. The idea is that the best thing to do with time is to live it. The poet says that we can spend our days living in sadness and despair, or we can live our lives to the fullest. Keats suggests that we should live each day as if it is our last because, for all intents and purposes, it might be.

Source: Autumn Journal

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