Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by R. A. ERIC SHEPHERD First Line: Well might john keats have wandered up and down Last Line: To think too closely is to banish him. Subject(s): Keats, John (1795-1821); Oxford University; Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
WELL might John Keats have wandered up and down This stubble field, and paused just here to view The angry purple of the distant town, The ragged hedge, and corn-sheaf's tawny hue. Sometimes I think he does, and almost see The stooping form, the dark tumultuous eyes, The full hot lips that ever seem to be Parted in some strange passionate surmise. Then from the past the wizard-breeze wafts faint Some wistful echo of his troublous day, And my touch'd heart complains with his complaint, "Why should our young Endymion fade away?" Alas! the gathering mists whirl fast and dim, To think too closely is to banish him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB IN MARY'S MONTH; TO MY YOUNGER SISTER ON HER BIRTHDAY by R. A. ERIC SHEPHERD |
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