Monday, May 18, 2015

The Grasshopper and the Cricket


Listen to:

The Grasshopper and the Cricket (:50)

by John Keats

performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode



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.

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