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“To Autumn” is an ode—a celebratory address to a person, place or thing. Think of something commonplace that you experience everyday and write an ode commemorating some aspect or quality of it.
"To Autumn" is an ode by the English Romantic poet John Keats written in 1819. It is the last of his six odes (which include " Ode to a Nightingale " and " Ode on a Grecian Urn "), which are some of the most studied and celebrated poems in the English language.
Explore To Autumn. ‘To Autumn’ is one of Keats’ most sensual, image-laden poems. It is a sumptuous description of the season of autumn in a three-stanza structure, each of eleven lines, and of an ABAB rhyme scheme.
In both its form and descriptive surface, “To Autumn” is one of the simplest of Keats’s odes. There is nothing confusing or complex in Keats’s paean to the season of autumn, with its fruitfulness, its flowers, and the song of its swallows gathering for migration.
"To Autumn" is a poem by English Romantic poet John Keats (31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821). The work was composed on 19 September 1819 and published in 1820 in a volume of Keats's poetry that included Lamia and The Eve of St. Agnes. "To Autumn" is the final work in a group of poems known as Keats's "1819 odes".
In contrast, this ode celebrates the beauty and abundance of the autumn season, depicting its effects on nature. The poem captures the transition from summer to fall, vividly portraying the ripening of fruits, the changing colors of the landscape, and the changing soundscape as summer insects give way to autumn creatures.
Poem Ode To Autumn by John Keats : Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him h.
To Autumn. Load audio player. John Keats. 1795 –. 1821. 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-eves run;
When John Keats walked the English countryside in the autumn of 1819, he witnessed day-by-day the glories—and grueling labor—of the harvest and its aftermath. In 1819 Keats was 23 years old and fully engrossed in the poetic vocation he had undertaken a few years before.
To Autumn. 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-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
