John Keats

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

Ode To Autumn - Poem by John Keats

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-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed 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-brimmed their clammy cell.

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-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed 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 cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

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 redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Form: Ode

Comments about Ode To Autumn by John Keats

  • Prabir Gayen (12/17/2018 4:41:00 AM)

    Poem of fullness....the blossoming of mind (Report) Reply

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  • Bhagabat Prasad Hotta (11/12/2018 10:19:00 PM)

    It is the best chance to enjoy the autumn........10+++++++++++ (Report) Reply

  • Ruta Mohapatra (9/19/2018)

    'Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
    Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, - -'..............Beautiful lines!
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  • (9/5/2018 11:48:00 PM)

    I will praise you, Lord, with all my heart.
    I will tell all the miracles you have done.
    - ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭9: 1-2‬ ‭ICB‬‬
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    I will tell all the miracles you have done.
    - ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭9: 1-2‬ ‭ICB‬‬
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  • (9/2/2018 8:41:00 AM)

    I had always thought Autumn was personified as a women.
    The poem says, “Who hath not seen thee...” and my wife pictures a man at the winnowing, furrow, gleaning and cider-press.
    What do you picture?
    (Report) Reply

  • (7/31/2018 6:49:00 PM)

    😲 this is an amazing poem that I think is really cool (Report) Reply

    (9/5/2018 11:37:00 PM)

    No I am the original 🎀🖇🖇🖇🖇🖇🖇🖇🖇

    (9/5/2018 11:35:00 PM)

    I’m better than u🥡

  • (7/22/2018 1:33:00 PM)

    Autumn my fav season. This ode👌👌👌 (Report) Reply

  • (5/14/2018 2:17:00 AM)

    this is stupid nonsense (Report) Reply

  • (2/18/2018 2:11:00 AM)

    john keats 's to autumn (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren (4/4/2017 9:37:00 AM)

    One of my favorite poems. I love this one. (Report) Reply

    (3/27/2018 6:31:00 AM)

    My skin crawls with the melody of this sweet tale. To even comprehend this poem, one must have an IQ of at least 169. In order to empathise with the true meaning of To Autumn, one should live the life of the poet just like I have done with my superior intelligence.

  • (8/4/2016 6:56:00 AM)

    Shakespeare greatest playwright, but as a pure poet Keats stands supreme. Amazed that this isn't reflected on this site. Ode to Autumn and Chapman's Homer outstanding.

    Tom Billsborough
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  • Dr Yogesh Sharma (6/8/2016 1:51:00 AM)

    One of the most beautuful poem of English Literature of all times. (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (11/10/2015 12:32:00 PM)

    Such beauty portrayed with optimum imagery, a stillness exists as one takes in the joy of nature...Fantastic poem..... (Report) Reply

  • Edwin Leung (5/17/2015 10:42:00 PM)

    This is one of the best from John Keats. I love. (Report) Reply

  • (6/6/2013 1:33:00 AM)

    i love this piece. It lucidly and wittily describes how beauty lies in every thing. The season which we generally consider to be wed to stillness and dryness, Keat's has portrayed it in a completely different way. I specially love the mood of the poem which starts from the first stanza being one of fruitfulness, fertility and life to the third being full of the unheeded music of nature. The personification of autumn is remarkable. There is movement even in stillness! ! ! That's a piece only a master can create.... (Report) Reply

  • Srimayee Ganguly (1/3/2013 11:33:00 AM)

    Linda May Fox,
    Keats is my favorite too. I love his poems La Belle Dame... and On first looking into Chapman's Homer.
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  • Linda May Fox (6/22/2012 1:20:00 PM)

    Keats is my favourite poet and I think his work is amazing! Ode to Autumn is one of his best, i feel. His description of autumn is great. Very awe inspiring! (Report) Reply

  • Paul Butters (1/9/2007 7:22:00 AM)

    Keats is at least one of my favourites. Get the prayer mat out! This is one of his best. NB the subtle distancing effect throughout the poem using ALL the senses! Sublime. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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