To Autumn: a new perspective: Input please:)
Posted by: Romi (---.abhsia.telus.net)
Date: November 14, 2021 12:37AM
Ode To Autumn
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.
There's the poem; though Keats is such an amazing writer, I'm sure most of you have read this already. I have been assigned to write on a poem of my choice and this is the one I chose. Rather than write simply on the imagery of the poem and how it appeals to the basic senses, I decieded to try something different. Though now I am having a bit of trouble.
I am suggesting that Keats is using nature to reflect our lives.
The first stanza seems to express the coming of age. It contains words like 'maturing' and describes how things are 'load[ed] and bless[ed] - possibly the qualities ppl will be given. The swelling of the gourd seems to refer to pregnancy, and the ability (at that age) to reproduce. Read on in that context, and I'm sure you will be able to see how this could relate.
The 3rd stanza seems to speak of death. There is a repetition of the word death and it speaks of animals as matured. (Possibly reflecting our elderly age) This idea is further re-enforced by the 'mourning' of the animals (eg. those we love when we die) However, death is presented as beautiful and natural- not something to be feared.
Now, my problems.
The 2nd stanza is a big one. Obviously there is a general idea of staticness and docility. Everything seems to be in a state of suspension. This would have to reflect the middle years of our life. (Is the only purpose of this stanza then to tell humanity to slow down and appritate those years?)
Finally, the two symbols: the wind (once gently lifting a persons hair, and then next, living or dying) and the image of a river of some sort are repeated. What do these signify?
I don't know if I am completely off here, but if anyone has any input to further my discussion on this poem, it would be greatly appreciated.
I am terribly sorry for the grammatical mess this must be. I'm in a tad of a hurry.
Thank you again to everyone who responds.
Romi