home.social

#keats — Public Fediverse posts

Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #keats, aggregated by home.social.

  1. 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 masque
    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 swell and fall,
    Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
    Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
    And so live ever--or else swoon to death.

    John Keats.

    #Poetry #JohnKeats #Keats #BrightStar #Sonnet #Romantic #ShakespeareanSonnet #EnglishLiterature #19thCentury

  2. 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 masque
    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 swell and fall,
    Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
    Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
    And so live ever--or else swoon to death.

    John Keats.

    #Poetry #JohnKeats #Keats #BrightStar #Sonnet #Romantic #ShakespeareanSonnet #EnglishLiterature #19thCentury

  3. So here I am

    So here I am

    – T.S. Eliot, East Coker

    while the roof’s fallen in,
    now the night’s drawing in
    and just look at the stars turning over

    Matt Howard, Silence

    https://soundcloud.com/frxgxd/darkness111#t=0:19

    Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they
    Think not of them, thou hast thy music too

    – John Keats, To Autumn

    I hear the wind shaking the branches as it moves through the trees; suddenly I feel a contact not just with this immediate scene, but with the whole cycle of the seasons, how the wind in winter sounds so muffled, because only the evergreens are responding, but this rich sound will recur, next year and in all subsequent years. I am carried beyond the immediate experience to a sense of the whole cyclical movement of the seasons which is the condition of life on our planet. I am in touch with a movement at a much greater depth, and I rejoice at this connection. I am not talking simply of my knowing the fact that this rustling of the wind in the trees is part of a larger process; or even of my bringing the fact to mind.

    Cosmic Connections, by Charles Taylor loc 7219

    #autumn #eliot #keats #MattHoward #seasons #taylor

  4. La Belle Dame sans Merci by Sir Francis Bernard Dicksee isn’t just a painting—it’s a story of love, beauty, and betrayal told in color and detail.

    I’ve written a personal reflection on why this work still resonates today. If you’ve ever been enchanted (or undone) by beauty, this one’s for you.

    Read more: inspirationdesignresource.com/

    #Art #Romanticism #Keats

  5. “This Sonnet I have written in a strange mood, half asleep. I know not how it is, the Clouds, the sky, the Houses, all seem anti Grecian & anti Charlemagnish—”

    Fame & Judgement: Keats at Burns’s Tomb (1818)

    3/4

    keatslettersproject.com/corres

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #RobertBurns #18thcentury #19thcentury #romanticism #epitaph #Keats #JohnKeats

  6. “This Sonnet I have written in a strange mood, half asleep. I know not how it is, the Clouds, the sky, the Houses, all seem anti Grecian & anti Charlemagnish—”

    Fame & Judgement: Keats at Burns’s Tomb (1818)

    3/4

    keatslettersproject.com/corres

    #Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #RobertBurns #18thcentury #19thcentury #romanticism #epitaph #Keats #JohnKeats

  7. Any scene that has a wide range of colour is attractive. Nature supplies the best colours. This scene near us is one of excitement as well as calm and peace. It is also a reminder of time passing and the transitory nature of our existence. It is a thing of beauty.

    "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever." The opening line of a poem by John Keats that says whether beauty appears in a sunset or in a poem, it offers humanity indestructible consolation, healing, and courage.

    #Keats #sunset #beauty

  8. Any scene that has a wide range of colour is attractive. Nature supplies the best colours. This scene near us is one of excitement as well as calm and peace. It is also a reminder of time passing and the transitory nature of our existence. It is a thing of beauty.

    "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever." The opening line of a poem by John Keats that says whether beauty appears in a sunset or in a poem, it offers humanity indestructible consolation, healing, and courage.

    #Keats #sunset #beauty

  9. Thou wast not
    born for death,
    immortal Bird!
    No hungry generations
    tread thee down;
    The voice I hear
    this passing night
    was heard
    In ancient days
    by emperor and clown:
    Perhaps the self-same song
    that found a path
    Through the sad heart
    of Ruth,
    when, sick for home,
    She stood in tears
    amid the alien corn;
    The same that
    oft-times hath
    Charm’d magic casements,
    opening on the foam
    Of perilous seas,
    in faery lands forlorn.

    #Keats
    🪦🪦🧚‍♀️🪦🪦

  10. Thou wast not
    born for death,
    immortal Bird!
    No hungry generations
    tread thee down;
    The voice I hear
    this passing night
    was heard
    In ancient days
    by emperor and clown:
    Perhaps the self-same song
    that found a path
    Through the sad heart
    of Ruth,
    when, sick for home,
    She stood in tears
    amid the alien corn;
    The same that
    oft-times hath
    Charm’d magic casements,
    opening on the foam
    Of perilous seas,
    in faery lands forlorn.

    #Keats
    🪦🪦🧚‍♀️🪦🪦

  11. “This Sonnet I have written in a strange mood, half asleep. I know not how it is, the Clouds, the sky, the Houses, all seem anti Grecian & anti Charlemagnish—”

    Fame & Judgement: Keats at Burns’s Tomb (1818)

    3/3

    #Romanticism #literature #poetry #18thcentury #19thcentury #Keats

    keatslettersproject.com/corres

  12. “This Sonnet I have written in a strange mood, half asleep. I know not how it is, the Clouds, the sky, the Houses, all seem anti Grecian & anti Charlemagnish—”

    Fame & Judgement: Keats at Burns’s Tomb (1818)

    3/3

    #Romanticism #literature #poetry #18thcentury #19thcentury #Keats

    keatslettersproject.com/corres

  13. A photograph I took yesterday I'm actually quite happy with.
    Winchester #ItchenNavigation #Keats Walk.

  14. A photograph I took yesterday I'm actually quite happy with.
    Winchester #ItchenNavigation #Keats Walk.

  15. @CloudsGoBy @NormanDunbar

    In meditative contemplation, Keats finds in all the sweet songs of joy that he seeks. For him, his poetry is his life, his meaning: his very being. Take it away, and he loses touch with the very inspiration, the very life essence, that is at the core of his being.

    vocal.media/poets/a-bird-in-a-

    #poet #poetry #meditation #keats #philosophy #death #life

  16. My novel "The Fine Point of His Soul" follows John #Keats to Rome - where he, Mary #Shelley and Lord #Byron work against a villain who dubs himself Iago. Where will this #althistfic lead our beloved Romantic hero?

    Explore this and more in our #fedibookfair celebration of #HistFicOutsideTheBox!

    books.bookfunnel.com/histfic-o

  17. And a little bit more this time with a bend in the river to curve the eye.
    #Winchester #Keats walk

  18. And a little bit more this time with a bend in the river to curve the eye.
    #Winchester #Keats walk

  19. "Man should not dispute or assert but whisper results to his neighbour and thus by every germ of spirit sucking the sap from mould ethereal every human might become great, and Humanity instead of being a wide heath of Furze and Briars with here and there a remote Oak or Pine, would become a grand democracy of Forest Trees!" #Keats ?#fediverse

  20. "Man should not dispute or assert but whisper results to his neighbour and thus by every germ of spirit sucking the sap from mould ethereal every human might become great, and Humanity instead of being a wide heath of Furze and Briars with here and there a remote Oak or Pine, would become a grand democracy of Forest Trees!" #Keats ?#fediverse

  21. “Shed no tear
    O, shed no tear!
    The flower will bloom another year.
    Weep no more
    O, weep no more!
    Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.” - from Fairy’s Song (Shed No Tear!) by John Keats.
    Photo of Roseberry Topping Hill in the North Yorkshire Moors by John Patr.
    #Literature
    #Keats

  22. whose only book has been the light

    John Keats, ‘O thou whose face hath felt the winter’s wind’ #poetry #Keats #literature

  23. As was clear from my limited experiments with #ChatGPT’s #sonnet and rap, the renderings did not rise to the heights of a #Keats, Shelley or Christina Rossetti. ChatGPT will probably never be a Terrance Hayes, reinvigorating the classic form of poetry to write American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin. But it will versify in tolerable fashion. In terms of rap, ChatGPT may never be an Eminem or a Jay-Z but it will probably always be good enough.
    That presents a massive problem. The business of content cares about the balance sheet and dang, #AI is just so much cheaper than #creative human beings. rashmee.com/2023/01/11/chatgpt

  24. As was clear from my limited experiments with #ChatGPT’s #sonnet and rap, the renderings did not rise to the heights of a #Keats, Shelley or Christina Rossetti. ChatGPT will probably never be a Terrance Hayes, reinvigorating the classic form of poetry to write American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin. But it will versify in tolerable fashion. In terms of rap, ChatGPT may never be an Eminem or a Jay-Z but it will probably always be good enough.
    That presents a massive problem. The business of content cares about the balance sheet and dang, #AI is just so much cheaper than #creative human beings. rashmee.com/2023/01/11/chatgpt

  25. Just hanging out with #poet John #Keats in #Chichester. In a house near to this spot he started to write his #poem 'The Eve of St Agnes'. #poetry

    thehistoryguide.co.uk/john-kea

  26. "A thing of beauty is a joy forever." #Keats said that, and I think he was talking about this #christmas decoration. #DieHard

  27. Sorry. Having a really good phone camera day!
    Last one of the Itchen Navigation / Keats Walk Winchester
    On the epitaph of Keats, Shelley wrote: "whose name was writ in water".
    If he didn't get inspiration from the Itchen, I'd be sorely surprised.

    #Keats #Winchester

  28. Beauty is truth, truth beauty - that is all
    Ye know on earth
    And all ye need to know
    (J. Keats)

    #Venise
    #Venezia
    #Venice
    #Keats
    #beauty
    #truth