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Bright star, would I were stedfast 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 stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd 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.
John Keats
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Theodora Onken (12/31/2011 10:41:00 PM)
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Oh so beautiful a write...
Theo
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Neha Shaikh (12/24/2011 9:03:00 AM)
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this is very nice poem as the poet is invoking the bright pole star and longs for its steadiness but at the same time he does not want its loneliness.
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Sylva Portoian (4/20/2011 5:13:00 AM)
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I can't understand
Why some unfair people put marks
If they don't understand others’ stanzas...
Leave for others to read and comment
I think the marks should be removed...
He died
He doesn't need marks
But His Stanzas are alive
We all are enjoying...
Every phrase soulfully He produced
This I call it Human's unsolved confused mentality...!
They attack a poet
Who was born a saint...
I have more to say...
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Sylva Portoian (4/20/2011 4:59:00 AM)
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He was...as He imagined...
He saw the Bright Star
Although he was ill
As he was optimist
He saw only that Bright Star
Because...
He knew everyone
One day will sigh
But His poetic star
Will always shine
And He...will remain
As a Bright Star
As far as
Any one can read this poem
Sensefuly
Sensing with John Keats
And fervently...
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Richard D. Remler (4/19/2011 10:07:00 PM)
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A thoroughly enjoyable read. Keats had a way with words, and this gem still reads easily and has a terrific flow to it. A vividly beautiful write.
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Kevin Straw (4/19/2011 12:57:00 PM)
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This is an astonishingly beautiful poem. The idea of eternal bliss (“To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, /Awake for ever in a sweet unrest...”) presages Keats’ “Ode to a Grecian Urn” (”More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoyed...”) and the poem, I feel, is generated with almost unbearable intensity from the passionate love Keats had for Fanny which he knew, because of his TB, would never be consummated. In his imagination this consummation is forever foregone in a dream of eternal post-coital bliss.
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Mohammad Akmal Nazir (4/19/2011 7:03:00 AM)
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Though these lines seem to be extremely sensuous yet they express poet's pain for he knew that he was to leave the world and relax among the stars.
The poem has great vivid imagery. It is the voice of a sad heart who wants some comfort.
Excellent write.
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Unwritten Soul (4/19/2011 5:08:00 AM)
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Well composed by ray of heart, it starlight steal the night close to heart :) _Unwritten Soul
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Irule Not Telling (4/19/2010 7:35:00 PM)
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good poem i really liked it, im going to use it in my poem book for school
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Michael Pruchnicki (4/19/2010 4:02:00 PM)
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The poet opens with an apostrophe to 'Bright Star.' The object of his direct address symbolizes the everlasting nature of a heavenly body, which hangs in the sky through all eternity, and by its very nature burns forever. We who look up and see the burning star draw the inevitable conclusion most mortals would given the circumstances. The star sits in the sky, every night in the same place, or so it seems to us who cannot see that the star is in reality undergoing daily changes from one night to the next. The star seems to be a stationary object, and so we attribute the human quality of steadfast devotion and patience to the unmoving star as it watches the changes that take place under its steadfast gaze!
The sestet beginning with 'still steadfast, still unchangeable' puts the poet's longing to possess his love like he imagines the eternal star to be forever gazing down at earth's mutability, exactly what he desires to be as he lies aswoon on his beloved one's breast which rises and falls with her breathing, and so he will live forever in ecstasy or die in her arms. She is his sole aim in life or death. The ever recurrent preoccupation Keats has with death comes to the fore once again!
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