John Keats

(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

On The Grasshopper And Cricket - Poem by John Keats

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.


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  • Rookie - 363 Points David Wood (5/19/2013 11:23:00 AM)

    The poetry of Keats in never dead
    You speak to us all from beyond the grave
    Your poetry is alive and well read
    And is today in the world all the rave. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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