What the Thrush Said by John Keats

What the Thrush Said John Keats 1795 –1821 O Thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind,Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist,And the black elm tops ’mong the freezing stars,To thee the spring will be a harvest-time.O thou, whose only book has been the lightOf supreme darkness which thou feddest onNight after night when Phœbus was away,To thee the Spring shall be a triple morn.O fret not after knowledge—I have none,And yet my song comes native with the warmth.O fret not after knowledge—I have none,And yet the Evening listens. He who saddensAt thought of idleness cannot be idle,And he’s awake who thinks himself asleep.Mentioned in this episode:Write After with One Poem OnlyWrite After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. If you want to join: Listen to a poem from the month of April on One Poem Only, then write your own in response. I will pick one for each day to read in June for a special series: One Poem After 🍎🍏 Submissions close May 15.Write After Submissions Form