'Autumn' is an ode in three stanzas by John Keats. In this poem the poet addresses autumn as it is a human.
In first stanza, he tells that autumn and the sun are like best friends conspires how to make fruits grow and how to ripen crops before the harvest. In the process of ripening seeds will drop and spring flowers will grow and whole process starting over again. Poet tells about the bees that think summer can last forever as they buzz around the flowers. But the poet knows better.
In second stanza poet describes the period after the harvest when he portrays autumn a female goddess who hangs out around the granary where harvested grains are kept. Hard work was done and autumn can take a nap in fields, walk across little stream or can watch the making of cider (One kind of alcoholic drink made from apple)
In third stanza poet says that the music of spring has gone but autumn has its own music. This music includes image of clouds and harvested fields at sunset, gnats flying around a river, lambs bleating, crickets singing and birds whistling. All of the sights and sounds produce a veritable symphony of beauty. So in this stanza Keats gives picture of autumn.
So, this was very short and simple summary of ode to autumn.
A man's destination is his own village, His own fire, and his wife's cooking; To sit in front of his own door at sunset And see his grandson, and his neighbour's grandson Playing in the dust together. Scarred but secure, he has many memories Which return at the hour of conversation, (The warm or the cool hour, according to the climate) Of foreign men, who fought in foreign places, Foreign to each other. A man's destination is not his destiny, Every country is home to one man And exile to another. Where a man dies bravely At one with his destiny, that soil is his. Let his village remember. This was not your land, or ours: but a village in the Midlands, And one in the Five Rivers, may have the same graveyard. Let those who go home tell the same story of you: Of action with a common purpose, action None the less fruitful if neither you nor we Know, unt...
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