The Human Seasons By: John Keats Analyzed By: Daniel McMurtrie.
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Transcript of The Human Seasons By: John Keats Analyzed By: Daniel McMurtrie.
The Human SeasonsBy: John Keats
Analyzed By: Daniel McMurtrie
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to lookOn mists in idleness—to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook. He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
The Human Seasons
AnalysisJohn Keats’ poem “The Human Seasons” is an
interpretation of the life of a human. It shows the four seasons and which time in a person’s life each stands for. This shows the importance of nature in
one’s life and how each one of us relate to nature in one way or another.
Spring The first season depicted in the poem is
spring. He explains that spring is short and a
time for beauty and lust. This is compared to
childhood of a person. It is short, beautiful
and the time for growth physically and
mentally.
Summer
The second season depicted is luxurious summer. This is the heart of the seasons as it is the heart of the human life..
The summer of the human
life is the best time in
our lives. We are still
young, but have the
maturity to learn and
understand life not held
in childhood.
Autumn
Autumn is the time when you finally realize
that you are getting old. It is time to be
peaceful as quiet coves or closed wings.
This time in our life allows you to reflect
on the things you have done and accept
them and let time pass in peace.
WinterWinter is the last of the four seasons as it is the last of
the human life. In the poem, death is described as a pale misfeature of the human soul. You cannot run
away from death, as you cannot run away from winter: It is a part of nature and your soul.