I'm Afraid of Virginia Woolf

The third glimpse at Keats's craftsmanship comes through his mastership at yet another poetic form: the ode. In his poem " Ode to Autumn" , Keats praises the season overlooked by most people: Autumn. In the first stanza, the reader gets a vivid picture of the landscape by Keats focusing mainly on visual imagery: Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the …

…gleaner thou dost keep/Steady thy laden head across a brook; / Or by a cyder-press, with a patient look, / Thou watchest the last oozing hours by hours." ( 19-22). In the last verse, Keats presents the reader with the symphony of Autum and sheds light on the fact that everything has a purpose in life: " Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they?/ think not of them, though hast thy music too,--" (23-24)