Saturday, February 02, 2008

Silent Poetry Reading.

This is one that has been a favorite for several decades.

When I have Fears that I may cease to be

WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love!—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

John Keats (1795–1821)


Cindy G said...

One of my favorites, too, but I hadn't thought about it in a while. Thanks for posting it.

teabird said...

I love this - I don't read Keats nearly enough any more!
Thanks for posting this.

zippiknits.....sometimes said...

Always beautiful and fresh, this Keats fellow. Always a pleasure to read him. Thanks OfTroy.