Grasshopper Poem

Enjoy this grasshopper poem written by John Keats. Also find verses written by other Poets on grasshoppers.

Grasshoppers are always a joy for a child to see. Many children love to try and catch them. But the grasshoppers have an amazing jump which many times makes it difficult for a child to catch.

An interesting fact about grasshoppers is that they have ears on their abdomen. This allows them to hear the songs of other grasshoppers.

We hope you enjoy the poem written by John Keats!



On the Grasshopper and the Cricket
Poet: John Keats


The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper's - he takes the lead
In summer luxury, - he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.

The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.


More Verses about Grasshoppers:


Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass,
Catching your heart up at the feel of June,
Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon,
When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass.
Leigh Hunt


Crowds of bees are giddy with clover
Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet,
Crowds of larks at their matins hang over,
Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.
Jean Ingelow


The water in music the oar forsakes.
The air in music the wing forsakes.
All things in move in music and write it.
The mouse, lizard, and grasshopper sing together on the Turlock sands,
Sing with the morning stars.
John Muir


If a grasshopper tries to fight a lawnmower, one may admire his courage but not his judgement.
  Robert A. Heinlein



More verses by poet, John Keats:

A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
its loveliness increases;
it will never pass into nothingness.

Heard melodies are sweet,
but those unheard are sweeter.

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold,
and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.

Scenery is fine -
but human nature is finer.

Poetry should be great and unobtrusive,
a thing which enters into one's soul,
and does not startle it or amaze it with itself,
but with its subject.


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