#final keatspost of the day bc i forgot to post this last year lmao

[lesamis]

I remember loving the phrase “winnowing wind” when I first came across 'To Autumn' in secondary school, in particular because I had mistaken the word “winnow” for “minnow” and thus conjured up this lovely image of the wind meandering like a tiny fish. The poem also made me feel less alone. The lines “Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they? / Think not of them, thou hast thy music too” were a source of comfort to my 16-year-old closeted self, who felt inadequate and ashamed in a heteronormative world.

Mary Jean Chan, on ‘To Autumn’ in Five Poets on Keats’s Best Poems