{"id":5515,"date":"2011-10-21T06:48:45","date_gmt":"2011-10-21T10:48:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=5515"},"modified":"2011-10-21T12:18:01","modified_gmt":"2011-10-21T16:18:01","slug":"why-to-autumn-has-been-called-one-of-the-most-perfect-poems-in-the-english-language","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=5515","title":{"rendered":"Why &#8220;To Autumn&#8221; Has Been Called One of the Most Perfect Poems In the English Language"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m going to talk a little about why I have come to love the poem &#8220;<a title=\"To Autumn\" href=\"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=5486\" target=\"_blank\">To Autumn<\/a>,&#8221; why I enjoy reciting it, why it has become pure pleasure letting the words\u00a0appear beautifully one by one for the benefit of whoever is listening, even if that&#8217;s only me.\u00a0 I want to explain why it has become as important a part of fall as colorful leaves or apples.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s something that amazes me.\u00a0 This poem follows the rules of a particular, and I think complex, poetic form. \u00a0It contains three eleven-line stanzas, each line has ten syllables, plus, it follows a complex rhyme scheme.\u00a0 That alone is admirable, yet a poet could do all that and still end up with a boring poem that does not move the reader.\u00a0 That&#8217;s not the case with &#8220;<a title=\"To Autumn\" href=\"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=5486\" target=\"_blank\">To Autumn<\/a>.&#8221;\u00a0 John Keats stayed within the boundaries of this poetic format and yet was able to use words almost magically, painting vivid word pictures and creating sounds I have come to hear almost like music.\u00a0 For example, the first line, <em>&#8220;Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,&#8221;<\/em> sweetly intersperses m&#8217;s and s&#8217;s.\u00a0 Repeat the sentence to yourself, savoring each syllable.\u00a0 &#8220;<a title=\"To Autumn\" href=\"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=5486\" target=\"_blank\">To Autumn<\/a>&#8221; taught me that poetry involves more than just rhyming but also the sonorous arrangement of sounds.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been waiting all year to write about my favorite sentence of all time, from among all the sentences I have ever read.\u00a0 It&#8217;s in this poem&#8217;s third stanza.\u00a0 Here it is:<em>\u00a0 <!--more--><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>And full grown lambs loud bleat from hilly borne.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Speak it aloud and listen especially to the l&#8217;s and the b&#8217;s.\u00a0 The sentence is an intertwined dance of those two letters, both verbalized and silent, in words that fit the poem&#8217;s pattern and express the hope of new life (lambs) and the certainty of death (full-grown lambs are ready for slaughter).\u00a0 I could speak this sentence over and over again.\u00a0 I do, sometimes.<\/p>\n<p><a title=\"To Autumn\" href=\"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=5486\" target=\"_blank\">This poem<\/a> personifies Autumn.\u00a0 The poet refers to the Season as if he were someone luxuriating in the heart of harvest: <em>&#8220;&#8230;sitting careless on a granary floor, thy hair uplifted by a winnowing wind,&#8221;<\/em> and <em>&#8220;&#8230;in a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, drowsed with the fume of poppies&#8230;&#8221;<\/em>and also<em>, &#8220;<\/em><em>&#8230;by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours<\/em>.\u00a0 In the last stanza, Autumn is concerned that Spring has sweeter music than he does:\u00a0<em>Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?<\/em><em>\u00a0 Think not of them, thou hast thy music too<\/em>.\u00a0 Keats portrays the season as a friend or a wise, generous uncle.<\/p>\n<p>Memorizing poetry for over three years now, I&#8217;ve come to believe a person could almost teach a poem simply by memorizing and learning to recite it.\u00a0 Living in such close quarters with one as you are learning it, you can&#8217;t help but get to know it pretty intimately.\u00a0 I have often, after my initial reading of a poem, thought it nice and worth memorizing.\u00a0 Then, while committing it to memory, I become stunned at the depths I hadn&#8217;t seen at first, the clever uses of words, its rhymes and rhythms, that I didn&#8217;t notice after one time through.\u00a0 That was definitely the case with this poem.<\/p>\n<p>I remember reading &#8220;<a title=\"To Autumn\" href=\"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=5486\" target=\"_blank\">To Autumn<\/a>&#8221; just one month after I first started memorizing poetry and thinking, &#8220;I could never tackle this one.&#8221;\u00a0 The next year I did and I made a friend for life, whose images and sonorous words continue to delight, to thrill, to excite.\u00a0 Maybe you don&#8217;t want to memorize &#8220;To Autumn,&#8221; but at least consider inviting it to be a\u00a0 seasonal guest.\u00a0 Read through it a few times each Fall, as you would sing or listen to Christmas carols in December.\u00a0 Read it slowly and aloud, enjoying the sounds, the rhymes, the vivid images.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m going to talk a little about why I have come to love the poem &#8220;To Autumn,&#8221; why I enjoy reciting it, why it has become pure pleasure letting the words\u00a0appear beautifully one by one for the benefit of whoever &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=5515\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[840,208],"tags":[900,888,899,901,887],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5515"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5515"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5515\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5560,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5515\/revisions\/5560"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5515"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5515"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5515"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}