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                   Notes         in other words, the end of life. However, in my opinion, death does not have a negative connotation
                                 because Keats enjoys and accepts ‘autumn’ or maturity as part of life, though winter is coming.





                                          All of the seasons have found poets to sing their praises, or at least their significance.
                                          But what is special to Keat’s speaker about Autumn?

                                 28.3.5  Themes

                                 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. The extraordinary achievement of
                                 this poem lies in its ability to suggest, explore, and develop a rich abundance of themes without
                                 ever ruffling its calm, gentle, and lovely description of autumn. Where “Ode on Melancholy” presents
                                 itself as a strenuous heroic quest, “To Autumn” is concerned with the much quieter activity of daily
                                 observation and appreciation. In this quietude, the gathered themes of the preceding odes find
                                 their fullest and most beautiful expression.
                                 “To Autumn” takes up where the other odes leave off. Like the others, it shows Keats’s speaker
                                 paying homage to a particular goddess—in this case, the deified season of Autumn. The selection of
                                 this season implicitly takes up the other odes’ themes of temporality, mortality, and change: Autumn
                                 in Keats’s ode is a time of warmth and plenty, but it is perched on the brink of winter’s desolation,
                                 as the bees enjoy “later flowers,” the harvest is gathered from the fields, the lambs of spring are now
                                 “full grown,” and, in the final line of the poem, the swallows gather for their winter migration. The
                                 understated sense of inevitable loss in that final line makes it one of the most moving moments in
                                 all of poetry; it can be read as a simple, uncomplaining summation of the entire human condition.
                                 Despite the coming chill of winter, the late warmth of autumn provides Keats’s speaker with ample
                                 beauty to celebrate: the cottage and its surroundings in the first stanza, the agrarian haunts of the
                                 goddess in the second, and the locales of natural creatures in the third. Keats’s speaker is able to
                                 experience these beauties in a sincere and meaningful way because of the lessons he has learned in
                                 the previous odes: He is no longer indolent, no longer committed to the isolated imagination (as in
                                 “Psyche”), no longer attempting to escape the pain of the world through ecstatic rapture (as in
                                 “Nightingale”), no longer frustrated by the attempt to eternalize mortal beauty or subject eternal
                                 beauty to time (as in “Urn”), and no longer able to frame the connection of pleasure and the sorrow
                                 of loss only as an imaginary heroic quest (as in “Melancholy”).
                                 In “To Autumn,” the speaker’s experience of beauty refers back to earlier odes (the swallows recall
                                 the nightingale; the fruit recalls joy’s grape; the goddess drowsing among the poppies recalls Psyche
                                 and Cupid lying in the grass), but it also recalls a wealth of earlier poems. Most importantly, the
                                 image of Autumn winnowing and harvesting (in a sequence of odes often explicitly about creativity)
                                 recalls an earlier Keats poem in which the activity of harvesting is an explicit metaphor for artistic
                                 creation. In his sonnet “When I have fears that I may cease to be,” Keats makes this connection
                                 directly:

                                         When I have fears that I may cease to be
                                         Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
                                         Before high-piled books, in charactry,
                                         Hold like rich garners the full ripen’d grain...





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