When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
It's been a while since I've done Sonnet Sunday, too long. I watched Bright Star again last week and I fell in love with the poetry of Keats all over again.
What a coincidence. I just discovered a website with screencaps of Bright Star. Not that it's the same as watching it (and I do have the DVD), but I like screencaps as well ;).
ReplyDeleteIf interested, they are here: http://longagocaptures.org/gallery/index.php?cat=102
Hi, the above comment came from Neci :). Sorry, I forgot I'm anonymous here.
ReplyDeleteSo good to hear from you Neci! Every time I watch Bright Star I love it a little more.
ReplyDeleteLooove this piece. I did a close reading of it in a Brit lit class a few semesters ago and positively fell in love with Keats. I even named my kitty after him (which is quite an honor in my household hehe).
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