1.
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.
2.
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.
3.
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.
Notes
Form: ababcdecdde
'This poem seems to have been just composed when Keats wrote to Reynolds from Winchester his letter, dated, 22nd of September 1819.
Keats says, "How beautiful the season is now. How fine the air -- a temperate sharpness about it. Really, without joking, chaste weather -- Dian skies. I never liked stubble-fields so much as now -- aye, better than chilly green of the Spring. Somehow, a stubble plain looks warm, in the same way that some pictures look warm. This struck me so much in my Sunday's walk that I composed upon it."
~ Poetical Works of John Keats, ed. H. Buxton Forman, Crowell publ. 1895.
(stanza 3): The term "Hedge-crickets" for "grasshoppers" in line 9 resumes very happily the whole sentiment of Keats's competition sonnet [Sonnet XV.] "On the Grasshopper and Cricket."
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ode to autumn
From guest Tania Laghari (contact)
FABULOUS POEM KEATS IS REALY ONE OF THOSE POETS WHO CREAT ARTISTIC PLEASURE IN OUR HEART AND HIS POEMS PERSUADE US TO THINK THAT NATURE IS REALLY BEAUTIFUL AND ETERNAL...HATS OFF TO YOU.. -
Your rhyme scheme is wrong
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its ABABCDEDCCE - stanza 1 ABABCDECDDE - stanza 1 and 2 -
on this piece by john keats
From guest zehra (contact)
i love john keats for the way he writes.this poem makes autumn really special to me .the way it has been written brings the whole pictureseque of autumn in front of my eyes.thank you mr.keats for giving us such melodious & beautiful works -
excellent poem
I loved all parts but my most favourite are lines one to eleven inclusive. Overall very easy to read. A very beautiful poem.
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fabulous
Those words that came from the soul of John keats,
Entered my little heart and became my heart beats. -
Beautiful
Beautiful verse that describes the autumnal season in all its radiant glory -
Near perfection .. thanks to whoever promoted it.
Lisa
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Reading this poem we can learn from one of the best poet. How to use simple words to make a great picture of nature's beauty, and beauty of love feelings. I always said that poem must be like a picture. everything must be visible, or we have to be able to understand poet's intention. Reading this one you can hear, smeell and see...
Thank you for this very nice poem. It was a great tribute to John Keats. -
the last time i read this poem was the night before my english test and the only thing that i remembered about it was the title. i must have done something right because i passed the test but now when i look back at it. oh god i really missed out hindsight can be quite sad.
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One of the most incredible poems Keats wrote...it is rich in imagery and symbolism. The more you read it, the more it grows on you!
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