Sunday, April 11, 2010

Bright Star.

One of my favorite poems from one of the poets that I adore the most..Enjoy the beauty of his words. :)
By John Keats

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.


Thousif Raza said...

its beautiful... and where is the comment on my new story madam... and for that matter on my blog....waiting for it... k.... and yeah... i am back :)

take care and keep writing..........

Charu said...

Love it. Period.

Remya said...

@Thousif: thank you :) Yeah..I jst got ur mail...m on my way to ur blog :)

@Charu: I think that sentence pretty much sums up what I feel for it too :)

SOUMYA said...

okay more dan Keats i prefer Robert Frost
i find him more realistic and his command of speech is brilliant.

Illusory said...

Yea i too love this poem. :)

Remya said...

@Soumya: dude, Frost and Keats can never be compared considering the fact that they're both poets of different genres...Keats was the romantic poet while Frost was the poet who wrote about things tht happened in real-life..So basically that's the one reason why you might've found Frost more "realistic".

Remya said...

@Illusory: Heyy..Welcome to my blog :))
And yep,it's an amazing poem :D

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