The Poetry of Earth Is Never Dead

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The Poetry of Earth Is Never Dead – 21 April 2008

In anticipation of Earth Day, which is tomorrow, I chose this poem by John Keats:

The Poetry of Earth Is Never Dead
John Keats
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)

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.

For a collection of poems and stories, visit:
http://www.all-creatures.org/poetrydir.html 
 


"Joyful Curmudgeon"
An oxymoron?
No! I see all the beauty of God's creation and I'm joyful.  At the same time, I see all the suffering and corruption going on in the world, and feel called to help expose and end it so that we may have true peace and compassion.

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