John Keats

(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

His Last Sonnet - Poem by John Keats

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! -
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
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Comments about His Last Sonnet by John Keats

  • (12/9/2017 1:23:00 PM)


    really bad a dont like it (Report) Reply

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  • (11/20/2017 8:24:00 AM)


    enchanting words ,sir John keats (Report) Reply

  • Mohit Katyal (7/14/2017 12:23:00 AM)


    described in a good way (Report) Reply

  • Mohit Katyal (7/14/2017 12:22:00 AM)


    superb.. well done..... (Report) Reply

  • Mohit Katyal (7/14/2017 12:22:00 AM)


    a great one.... keep it up (Report) Reply

  • (2/3/2017 4:25:00 AM)

    Such beautiful words
    I fell in love with this poem at my granny's funeral pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast gets me everytime: '(It used to be our favourite past time (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (8/8/2016 11:02:00 PM)


    love's ripening breast, good one. (Report) Reply

  • (8/8/2016 11:15:00 AM)


    Simply superb, captivating poem and a great pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (8/8/2016 6:23:00 AM)


    It is not for nothing that Keats has excelled so much in the history of English Literature. A look at the portrayal of nature and the sensuousness displayed in his descriptions. Matchless.
    Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
    Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast,
    To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
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  • Aqua Flower (6/18/2016 11:39:00 PM)


    A sensuous and romantic poet! One of the best! (Report) Reply

  • (1/11/2016 4:53:00 PM)


    beautiful expression of verses (Report) Reply

  • (1/3/2016 7:37:00 PM)


    ..........reads beautifully, a lovely sonnet ★ (Report) Reply

  • (10/3/2015 8:27:00 AM)


    Not wishing upon a star but wishing to be one. Beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • (10/6/2014 12:43:00 PM)


    Immensely sensual..... Young man wishing to adore the most beautiful things of life with the constant ability as a star in heaven, sleepless, only to realize that such ability would be best used to adore his lover, something he wishes to do forever.... Am I wrong in recognizing this as a rather powerful love poem? Though somewhat lacking of the usual mastery of assonance I have become accustomed to in Keat's writing. Dare I assume Keats was a young man when he wrote this? (Report) Reply

  • (10/6/2014 11:05:00 AM)


    To envy the characteristics of being a star...fading into talking about the poets musings and his love..what a nice and old fashioned sonnet. (Report) Reply

  • Naida Nepascua Supnet (10/6/2014 5:37:00 AM)


    WHo would not fall in love for Keats' verses
    just marvelous ones
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  • (10/6/2014 3:01:00 AM)


    Anyone who knows me (or follows my comments on sites like this one) is likely to know that my favorite poets of all time are the British Romantics, and that Keats has been a favorite longer than any other. I became an English major and an English teacher and a lover of poetry after discovering Keats' Ode on a Grecian Urn and reading Earl Wasserman's The Finer Tone (I hate not being able to italicize) . 'Bright Star' may very well be the most nearly perfect sonnet in the English language - yes, Petrarchan or Italian, which probably is even more difficult than the Shakespearean or English form. After almost sixty years of reading and teaching this poem, I am still as moved by it as when I first encountered it as a sophomore in college, maybe even more so. And, yes, it has autobiographical overtones. And, yes, the voice heard in the poem is the voice of the poet, Keats himself. Of course, the speaker of every poem is a persona, a mask if you will. But that's true of anything anyone ever says. What we say, if we are not being deceptive or are not self-deceived, reflects who we are at that given moment - maybe not yesterday, maybe not tomorrow, but nevertheless autobiographical. And, no, Keats I am relatively certain would NOT have wanted this poem entitled his Last Poem. How he hoped against hope that it would not be.

    How blessed we all are - how blessed the world is - that he wrote, that he let it reflect some of what he must have been feeling at that time, and that it was preserved for us to read for all time to come.
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  • Sagnik Chakraborty (10/6/2014 2:10:00 AM)


    The beautiful imagery leaves a lasting impression on the mind of the poetry lover. Keats at his sensuous best! (Report) Reply

  • (3/13/2014 9:42:00 PM)


    ......a sweet write...loved it.. (Report) Reply

  • Babatunde Aremu (10/6/2013 2:34:00 PM)


    Great poem. I like it (Report) Reply



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