April 9, 2007

John Keats: “On the Grasshopper and the Cricket”

Posted in Poetry at 8:00 am by The Lizard Queen

(Looking ahead toward summer–also, for Luaphacim, who likes Keats better than I do.)

On the Grasshopper and the Cricket

The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the grasshopper’s–he takes the lead
In summer luxury–he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The grasshopper’s among some grassy hills.

–John Keats, 1816

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1 Comment »

  1. luaphacim said,

    Thanks! I appreciate it, LQ. 🙂


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