To Keats

One of two tribute poems I wrote for my favorite poet, John Keats.

 

To be like Keats, and ride the lofty air

To sing softly lullabies of nature

And the inmost thoughts of humanly care

That molds and fashions every soul's stature.

To mask dark, clandestine malignity

Beneath words that fall in place like snowflakes

With calm, sweet, submissive benignity

Like the sun reflecting in murky lakes.

To discover truths previously unknown

And float them on a midsummer night's breeze

Surely all along, we knew what had flown

So we follow them as they fly o'er seas.

To be like Keats, who wisely understands

What is inscribed into time with our hands.

Reviews

[ravenjess]

again, beautiful. i love this one even more than the other!!! *favorite*