Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
John KeatsRead
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, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote celebrates the beauty and abundance of nature during the autumn season.
John Keats's quote reflects on the rich imagery of autumn, highlighting the harmonious relationship between nature and the sun. It embodies a sense of gratitude for the harvest, portraying the season as a time of ripeness, warmth, and vibrancy, inspiring introspection about the cycles of life and the blessings of the natural world.
Themes
AutumnNatureHarvestBeautySeasonFruitfulness
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be shared at an autumn festival to celebrate the season's bounty.
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