Bright Star Poem by John Keats
Bright Star
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.
For anyone who is deeply moved by romantic poetry, there is a movie called Bright Star that is centered on John Keats' love for a woman and their passionate but tragic love for one another. It is a lovely film. I just thought I'd share it since it makes this poem even more moving being used in a film.
Though it shines brightly before our eyes a star flickers as it dies and Keats' loving heart inspires this analogy into art
Keats is shining like a bright star for this poem, as well as for love, a bright star that dies not and fades not.
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...
On of my favourite poets. He was writing about his love Fanny Brawne.
Pain in life build up the strong foundation; pain of life can make the lover strongest soldier of life; superb theme of the ever beautiful poem of John Keats'; nice to read
Ode to a bright star, Beautiful Classic Poem Of The Day. Very touching with romantic and yet strong words, Keats my most favourite Classic poet of the Romantic period. Most deserving!
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4/19/2024 10:32:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is one of the most beautiful poems I've ever read. John Keats so fluidly describes the pain and joy of love, this sweet unrest as not opposing sides but, potential alchemic ingredients which amalgamate and stabilize with the constancy of bright star. To ... live forever or swoon to death is again all the same as a future possibility once one exists consecrated in the heightened state of Universal, Creative, Now, Love. Everything else would only be an apparent change in form not essence as illustrated by Beauty is truth, truth beauty... from Ode to a Grecian Urn but, again once alchemic, they are one and the same.