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Poetry Friday: Thinking of Winter at the Height of Summer

poetry_friday_button-2.jpgWelcome to this week's Poetry Friday round-up! It's great fun to be part of this community, and I'm thrilled to take my turn hosting. For those of you visiting my blog for the first time, welcome, and for those of you returning, welcome back.

In northern Illinois, we're finally shaking off the (admittedly gorgeous) spring weather and moving into true summer: hot, muggy, and buggy. At the same time, the days are growing shorter, this constant reminder of winter's approach. Here's a little Keats that seems fitting.

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.

John Keats

There's an interesting story to go with this poem. Keats and fellow poet and friend (James Henry) Leigh Hunt had a tradition of friendly competition, and "On the Grasshopper and Cricket" supposedly came out of a 15-minute sonnet-writing contest on December 30, 1816.

Hunt's poem, "To the Grasshopper and the Cricket" is also a treat, though I favor the Keats a little more. I think it's that lovely line, "The poetry of earth is ceasing never," that does it for me.

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