Keats, here, clues us in to the constant music of nature, which he calls "Poetry." The birds' song is poetry, though in the hot summer, when the birds "hide in cooling trees" we still have Poetry, we still have music. It becomes the domain of the grasshopper, who never ceases to delight in his own music.
"The poetry of earth is never dead" and "The poetry of earth is ceasing never" are the core image of this poem. In both day and night, summer and winter, the grasshopper and cricket provide us with poetry. The poem is filled with images of keen observation of sensation. Summer has "cooling trees" and the shade of some "pleasant weed." On a lone "winter evening" we have the Cricket's song, "in warmth increasing ever." Temperature, as well as mood, is expressed in both of these, and in both, we find comfort and pleasure. That comfort and pleasure is the poetry of nature represented by the songs of the grasshopper and cricket.
Keats, here, clues us in to the constant music of nature, which he calls "Poetry." The birds' song is poetry, though in the hot summer, when the birds "hide in cooling trees" we still have Poetry, we still have music. It becomes the domain of the grasshopper, who never ceases to delight in his own music.
"The poetry of earth is never dead" and "The poetry of earth is ceasing never" are the core image of this poem. In both day and night, summer and winter, the grasshopper and cricket provide us with poetry. The poem is filled with images of keen observation of sensation. Summer has "cooling trees" and the shade of some "pleasant weed." On a lone "winter evening" we have the Cricket's song, "in warmth increasing ever." Temperature, as well as mood, is expressed in both of these, and in both, we find comfort and pleasure. That comfort and pleasure is the poetry of nature represented by the songs of the grasshopper and cricket.
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