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A Thing of Beauty (Endymion)
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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
John Keats
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Michael Pruchnicki
(5/7/2009 5:48:00 PM) |
That's all we need, right? Another loon who loves 'Romantics', all those dwarves and vampires who espouse Shelley for all the wromg reasons! Look around you, Mario Rios Pinot, and let the sun shine in! You and your kind are the first to line us up against the wall when the time comes to speak truth to power, and bang away with rifles! Read some history from the Russian revolution to Castro's monstrous revolution in Cuba! Muchas gracias, Mario!
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Mario Rios Pinot
(5/7/2009 4:43:00 PM) |
I love the Romantics revolutionary or conservative, all that emotion and dwarfs and vampires in their rotting castles and Shelley the revolutionary. 'I meet a traveler from an antique land'...speak truth to power and if that doesnot work maybe a gun? Thank you.
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Michael Pruchnicki
(5/7/2009 7:26:00 AM) |
As usual, the redoubtable Straw hits the tack with a sledge hammer.
If anything, nature lasts forever and we mortals pass into nothingness or as he puts it 'hope of resurrection'! Whatever 'man-made beauty' means is beyond the moon and over the horizon!
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Kevin Straw
(5/7/2009 6:57:00 AM) |
Keats is a marvellous poet, but his view of nature as some kind of therapy centre is unnatural. It is the view of the townie who takes a day out in the country and rests his weary head under a tree and is able to view the decidedly man-made 'beauty' about him with a detached sentiment. Is it not an irony that nature, which is passing, and has to pass, into nothingess, becomes an example of an eternal thing of beauty? Keats poetry almost always contains the shadow of his death, and perhaps his hope of resurrection. By the way a word check would have eliminated the spelling error.
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JOE POEWHIT
(5/7/2009 12:30:00 AM) |
There is an eloquence to the word flow. It seems like the words are flowers growing off the garden page of the poem.
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Bhaswat Chakraborty
(4/7/2009 12:39:00 AM) |
Reading this poem by itself is a joy forever. I have read and shared it with innumerable friends. Its novelty is inexhastible. What I like most about this poem is that its flow and content both are superbly beautiful. Keats discovers like saints that beauty may rise in your heart through an object but goes on charming you beyond all boundaries - that is if you have really discovered beauty!
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Judy Macmillan
(3/18/2009 2:32:00 PM) |
Throughout my lifetime whenever I have come upon a beautiful thing, albeit alive or man-made, this line would sing forth: 'A thing of beauty is a joy forever' and I
would continue in the gracious appreciation of that thing, whether to buy it and make a gift of it or to just intensely enjoy viewing it or holding it or just adoring its
existence. T'is true.
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Andrew Hoellering
(2/28/2009 2:49:00 AM) |
Meaning and the pulse of feeling are enjoined in this statement of the effect that beauty can have on our lives, and “a flowery band to bind us to the earth” is its perfect single-line expression.
Elsewhere Keats wrote, “We murder to dissect, ” warning us that the wrong kind of analysis may destroy a poem’s central mystery. The implication is that there are two distinct ways of discussing a work of art; one that enhances, the other that lessens or destroys. Just as critics judge a work, so we may judge critics –a useful distinction!
Blake’s ‘To see the world in a grain of sand/A Heaven in a wild flower/ Hold infinity in the palm of your hand/And eternity in an hour’ is a concise expression of this mystery, as is Dylan Thomas’s ‘the force that through the green fuse drives the flower’.See also Carol Ann Duffey: ‘Not a red rose or satin heart/I give you an onion/It is a moon wrapped in brown paper/ It promises light/ Like the careful undressing of love.’
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Saba Abrar
(5/8/2008 2:05:00 PM) |
i appreciate keat's creative imagination that a beautiful thing will last forever.no wonder keats belonged 2 d romantic age his poems reflect love, hope, truth, fantasy........overall a good poem with interpretetions worth pondering upon.
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