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.

by John Keats

Comments (8)

Dee is right you are extremely talented... I saw so many pics in my head I had to read it twice... oh man... your good. good job. *Purkey Girl* are extremely talented I about leading the reader's imagination (or perhaps it was just my own...*blush*) Well your poetry! Hugs, Dee
Oh...what a beautiful love poem this is...I can see it many pictures given to love and faith...what can you say when a poem has got everything?
'When Dawn Spreads...' My imagination is seduced. The images alone provide an atmosphere that welcomes, with innuendo, a sexual encounter. However, I have laid on the beaches here in New England and the sight of a shell has given me a sense of drifting wonder. William, this poem is very romantic. I had gone to Padré Island some years back...while daswn was breaking and this poem reminds me of that as well. I also was with my ex-wife and we were laying there in each other's arms...that's there too! 'Fingertips of Rose...'? Hmmm...Texas' dawns are not like dawns here. Texas dawns AND sunsets have these 'hues' about them! This is a most interesting poem you have written, William. L
A piece that exhibits a viscous and visceral poignance, splendid and lovely in its vivid, brilliant imagery and its personification of the atmosphere - a main unspoken role in this piece, in my opinion. Passionate and powerful in its saccharine storytelling, an excellent read. - K.
See More