Presentation on theme: "The Human Seasons By: John Keats Analyzed By: Daniel McMurtrie."— Presentation transcript:
1 The Human SeasonsBy: John KeatsAnalyzed By: Daniel McMurtrie
2 The Human SeasonsFour Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings He furleth close; contented so to look On mists in idleness—to let fair things Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook. He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
3 AnalysisJohn Keats’ poem “The Human Seasons” is an interpretation of the life of a human. It shows the four seasons and which time in a person’s life each stands for. This shows the importance of nature in one’s life and how each one of us relate to nature in one way or another.
4 SpringThe first season depicted in the poem is spring. He explains that spring is short and a time for beauty and lust. This is compared to childhood of a person. It is short, beautiful and the time for growth physically and mentally.
5 The second season depicted is luxurious summer The second season depicted is luxurious summer. This is the heart of the seasons as it is the heart of the human life..SummerThe summer of the human life is the best time in our lives. We are still young, but have the maturity to learn and understand life not held in childhood.
6 Autumn is the time when you finally realize that you are getting old Autumn is the time when you finally realize that you are getting old. It is time to be peaceful as quiet coves or closed wings.AutumnThis time in our life allows you to reflect on the things you have done and accept them and let time pass in peace.
7 WinterWinter is the last of the four seasons as it is the last of the human life. In the poem, death is described as a pale misfeature of the human soul. You cannot run away from death, as you cannot run away from winter: It is a part of nature and your soul.