Tuesday, April 17

Connection, April 2007, by Bita





John Keats (1795-1821) is one of my favourite English Poets of the 18th-Century.

Instead of "Introducing" John Keats here, on this page, I shall settle with the following quotation, and the "Ode," by this poet, with the hope that you shall be inspired by his eloquent geometry of words!!
John Keats on Poetry: "The genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man."



Ode on "Melancholy"


No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
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But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
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She dwells with Beauty-Beauty that must die;
And joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips;
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Posted by Katayoun

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I sat with a dictionary in my hand! but even that could not help me to get some words!! But it is a challenge to read a different language than of our own. English has gone through a big change.
Finally I got the words from Oxford Online. What a treasure it is!!

I like what this site is doing; introducing to us the biggest scope of the World's Literature.

Bravo, and I am your regular viewer.

Paul

Bita said...

Paul,

I knew you would leave us a comment, at some point.
You should share some of what you know about medieval poetry with our viewers.
Thanks for your sincere comment.
By the Bye, the joke about the Oxford online is rather old by now!!!LOL

katayoun

serendip said...

Love the poem. It's very hard to decipher poetry in any lanuage. It takes a bit of practicing. If you don't read poetry for a while, you lose your ease of comprehension. At least, that's been my experience. I remember taking English lit. in college (the victorian era) and by the end of the semester, I was able to write an ode to Wadsworth and Lord Bayron (my favorite)...LOL

katayoun said...

A poem is an expression of imagination and feelings,with a great concern about rythm and rhyme, at least in an 18th-century term!
I am delighted that you love the poem.

Candy said...

Keep up the good work.