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My favourite poem by Keats: Last Sonnet

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! –
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors –
No -yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillowed upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever -or else swoon to death.

To the man who didn’t quite live to be a man, and yet wrote poetry enough to charm people centuries later. To the man whose poetry is hung up where I can see it when I wake up in the morning. To the man who thought he died unknown,but lived always through his poetry.

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About keatslover

I'm an avid Keats fan( as is pretty obvious, I'm sure) and a student of English Literature. I love to read and to write and to dance. I'm just an ordinary teen from India who wants a platform to express how she feels about things. In short, I need to get my voice out there. Hope all the readers like what i write. And hope that there are readers.

2 responses »

  1. Hi. Thanks for checking out my blog, and for sharing your love of Keats. I like poetry but don’t often make a point of reading it, so I appreciate having some push to do that. Anyway, I look forward to keeping up with what you’re posting!

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