I have recently gained a fascination for John Keats’ poetry. I had not paid much attention to it before, but you could say that I have come to my senses! I would like to share one of his most beautiful poems with you today. “Bright Star” by John Keats was begun around 1818 and later revised and finished for his love, Fanny Brawne.
John Keats (1795-1821)
“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art”
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.
I find his poetry utterly breathtaking. More to be felt than simply read.
(Also, my interest was sparked by the movie “Bright Star,” which portrays the romance between him and Fanny Brawne before his death. I would recommend it very highly, though I cannot guarantee its absolute accuracy. I believe it to be close to the truth, however. Go watch it!)