Grasshopper and Pleasant Weed
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with hot sun,
And hide in the cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about a 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.
Tries to describe how nature is immortal, he uses nature and visual imagery to paint a two sided picture and depict two stories of how human life intersects with nature on earth. Keats's senses were keenly alive to the beauty of natural phenomena. So he finds the music of nature as non-stop. Seasons may change. Singers may be different. But the music of earth goes on.
In the hot summer noon all the birds take rest under shady trees. Due to extreme heat they stop singing. Still the music of earth does not come to an end. Soon the grasshopper takes over the charge. It goes on jumping about the newly mown meadow. Its chirping sound is heard from hedge to hedge. Heat of the summer is pleasant for it. It enjoys itself by singing and jumping when it feels satisfied it takes shelter under some plant-
"He has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed."
The winter evening is extremely cold.' Extreme cold outside send man and animal, bird and insect to their shelter for rest. An atmosphere of silence and loneliness prevails. But even then the poetry of earth continues without a break.
The frost has driven the cricket indoors. He seeks the warmth of the stove. From the stove his shrill song comes. As he gets more and more warmth he sings louder and louder-
"when the
When all the birds are faint with hot sun,
And hide in the cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about a 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.
Tries to describe how nature is immortal, he uses nature and visual imagery to paint a two sided picture and depict two stories of how human life intersects with nature on earth. Keats's senses were keenly alive to the beauty of natural phenomena. So he finds the music of nature as non-stop. Seasons may change. Singers may be different. But the music of earth goes on.
In the hot summer noon all the birds take rest under shady trees. Due to extreme heat they stop singing. Still the music of earth does not come to an end. Soon the grasshopper takes over the charge. It goes on jumping about the newly mown meadow. Its chirping sound is heard from hedge to hedge. Heat of the summer is pleasant for it. It enjoys itself by singing and jumping when it feels satisfied it takes shelter under some plant-
"He has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed."
The winter evening is extremely cold.' Extreme cold outside send man and animal, bird and insect to their shelter for rest. An atmosphere of silence and loneliness prevails. But even then the poetry of earth continues without a break.
The frost has driven the cricket indoors. He seeks the warmth of the stove. From the stove his shrill song comes. As he gets more and more warmth he sings louder and louder-
"when the