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On the Grasshopper and Cricket was written in 1816 by John Keats.   The poem compares a hot summer day with a bitterly cold and lonely winter evening. On both you hear crickets singing. But when you hear the winter cricket you are reminded that spring will come again... and that the beauty of nature will never end.


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.


Keats often expressed his love of nature, plants and animals. For example... Crickets.  He believed the beauty of nature is infinite. He was in awe of its diversity and beauty. This has been called his ‘nature consciousness’. He had a strong sense of the ethics of ecology; how nature could enrich our lives and, perhaps, make us better and more compassionate people.

His poetry is infused with insights and questions into life and existence. He often links the seasons of nature and man. Spring/birth, winter/death. He can be forgiven for being preoccupied with the impermanence of life. His short life was one tragedy after another. Keats died in Rome at the age of 26, parted from all that he loved.  He was buried in a bare, scrubby field.  Today it is alive with natural beauty; umbrella pines, myrtle, roses and carpets of wild violets.

Decorative pewter potpourri lid made into 'Cricket charm', vintage mirrored bead hand-engraved with continents. Antique English buckle. Vintage, crystal beads (tears in sunlight). Favorite steel chain from a dusty warehouse.


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