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John Keats

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

To Autumn


Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
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  • Leonard Wilson (3/24/2010 12:08:00 PM)

    This is the mature Keats at his very best. During this brief final period, he produced some of the most beautiful poems in the English language: the magnificent odes: Ode on a Grecian Urn, Ode on Melancholy, and especially To Autumn and Ode to a Nightingale, along with the sonnets When I Have Fears and Bright Star, and the splendid long narrative poem The Eve of St. Agnes. In such a very short time, he developed the brilliant diction that not only conveys the ideas, but also the sounds and the feelings and the connotations that make him perhaps the greatest lyricist in all of literature.

    To Autumn captures the sights, sounds, feeling, activities-all the sensations of this beautiful season. Of course, the poet was quite aware that, as young as he was, he was already in the autumn of his own life. If he had not died at the age of 25, how many more such awe-inspiring works might he have bestowed upon us? (Report) Reply

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