Monday, 20 June 2011

Mmm... Monday: John Keats, Part the First

I’ve always liked Mondays. To me, they represent a new beginning, of sorts. Mondays are like the first few words of a poem, even though they set the tone, it really could go either way.

So, I’m reading Once in a House on Fire by Andrea Ashworth and she quotes some John Keats and I realise that I haven’t read poetry in so long. Consciously I will now dedicate my Mondays to poetry; starting with the obsession of my emo teen self, Mr Keats himself. Oh, the tears I’ve spilled over his words.

On Death.


Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.

How strange it is that man on earth should roam,
And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
His rugged path; nor dare he view alone
His future doom which is but to awake.

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