Bright Star by John Keats
January 19, 2013 § 2 Comments
I’m sharing with you whether you like it or not one of the most perfect poems I’ve read – and as a hopeless romantic I’ve read a lot of poetry. But I think you’ll like it.
It is a poem by the Romantic poet John Keats and was found in a letter to his greatest love Fanny Brawne, so I believe it was found after he’d died (at only 25). Though it had no title at the time, people have come to call it Bright Star.
Bright star, would I were steadfast 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.
Keats and Brawne’s unconsummated and deeply excruciating (in a good, lovely way) relationship inspired the 2009 movie titled, Bright Star. I recommend it if you’re up for a few tears and perfect words.