A Song Of Keats Poem by Roderic Quinn
A Song Of Keats
'TIS a tarnished book and old,
Edges frayed and covers green!
But, between the covers, gold —
Gold and jewels in between.
And this written (see, O see!
How old Time has made it dim)
'For one song Keats gave to me
I kneel down and worship him.'
He who wrote these lines is dust;
All of him is passed away;
Some hand closed his eyes, I trust,
Drew the blind to darken day.
Did lips kiss him at the end,
Love-lips tremulous yet brave?
Had he mistress, child, or friend
To sow green grass upon his grave?
Nay, we know not — it is long
Since he tired of Life's deceits,
Closed his ears to sigh and song,
Parted with this book, JOHN KEATS.
Year by year the Poet thrives;
Summer smiles and winter weeps;
La Belle Dame Sans Merci lives,
But a heart that loved her sleeps.
Who would woeful go to miss
Roses red in thorns arrayed,
When he might with surer bliss
Love a milkwhite Devon maid?
Beauty kindles man's desire,
Beauty dwindles, growing faint;
But the girls who never tire
Are the girls that poets paint.
When the moon has taken wings
And the twilight hour is come,
Grey the woods, and no bird sings:
Grey the world beyond, and dumb:
Neither light is there nor breeze,
Rose to redden, thorn to pain;
Till, look! look! Among the trees
A sudden bird! a scarlet stain!
So he tired of Fate's defeats,
Life's dead trees and woodlands grim,
Till sudden-sweet a song of Keats
One magic moment gave to him.
Keats one among the poets so loved by the readers far and wide and a poem pertaining to the great poet is relevant and it is great too.
Mind blowing tribute paid to the memory of the great poet and master spirit John Keats. Thanks for sharing.
I normally do not like poems written in honor of poets who have passed away and joined the dust of ages. But this one is so eloquent and so evocative of Keats that I add this to my list of favorite poems. It is one of those treasures you find inside the covers of a book.
Indeed beauty kindles desire to love and poet writes about lady love whether fate favours one or fails one in life. This is Keats' life all should know and his words beauty is truth and that is all you need to know no can forget ever!
sure love has been inspiring the poets from all ages and of all ages....Keats never got his love..still we love him for all he was and wrote for her....we are his disciples...GRANT SALUTE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 6:08:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A marvelous tribute to the great poet Keats. Makes me want to read more, not by this poet, but by Keats himself.