Friday, December 12, 2008

Poetry Friday: Oh, Why Not Some John Keats?

Every once in awhile, I'm just in the mood for Keats:

On the Grasshopper and 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.


Elaine Magliaro at Wild Rose Reader. is in charge of the Poetry Round-Up this week. Thanks, Elaine!


  1. I love Keats... especially on a snowy morning when I wasn't hearing much of earth's poetry. Thanks!

  2. Hi Julie. Thanks for what you do here at your blog. You make me hungry for MORE POETRY!! And almost brave enough to try some of these forms myself.

  3. Thanks for finding some Keats I hadn't read before!

  4. Even the picture of him is gorgeous, and I'd not read this one before. Thanks!

  5. How fun to look out on winter and remember open windows and cricket song!

  6. Julie: I just saw the Trillin interview with Jon Stewart. Too funny! So wry and straght lace, but hilarious.

    Abrupt segue: thanks for the Keats too.

  7. I've just started using Keats with middle schoolers. They find him a bit overwhelming! Thanks for sharing the poem.