Looking at your life right now, which "season" is your mind currently inhabiting? Let me know in the comments below
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings He furleth close; contented so to look On mists in idleness—to let fair things the human seasons summary
Keats structures the poem by assigning a specific "measure" or season to the human experience, suggesting that our lives are governed by the same natural laws as the world around us. Looking at your life right now, which "season"
In the spring of life, the human spirit is clear and open. This represents childhood and early youth, where we "receive / Whole fancy-high" and everything feels possible. It is a time of imagination and effortless beauty. This represents childhood and early youth, where we
Following the heat of summer comes . This is perhaps the most beautiful stanza of the poem. The word "ruminate" is key here; it means to chew the cud, or to ponder deeply.