Poet's Corner: Keats

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

We are already four days into poetry month, and I haven't posted any Keats. *the Dude voice* This willll not stand, you know! This lack of Keats will not stand, man!

When I have fears that I may cease to be by John Keats

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred 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.

Comments

[kitarella_imagines]

I'm not generally a poetry fan but there are some poems that bring back happy memories, do you know this one?

https://kitarella-imagines.dreamwidth.org/70937.html

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

I didn't but it's lovely.

[sweettartheart]

*the Dude voice* This willll not stand, you know! This lack of Keats will not stand, man!

Ha!

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

🤣

[debriswoman]

Not one I knew…I rather like it :-)

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Oh, wow. Then I am very happy to have introduced it to you!