Poem: January 31

So I’m wracking up about 3 or 4 views every time I post a new poem, which is pretty sweet.  Seems like the experiment is failing, but my OCD and psychotic stubbornness tells me to press on.

Let’s try some Romantic poetry.  Keats!  I was required to do a panel discussion, as an undergraduate, on “Ode to a Nightingale” and received the only kind words our professor deemed appropriate to hand out that day.  It was less how brilliant my presentation was and more about how incompetent and incomprehensible everyone else’s was, but you take it where you can find it.

On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer

by John Keats

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold

And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;

Round many western islands have I been

Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.

Oft of one wide expanse had I been told

That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;

Yet never did I breathe its pure serene

Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies

When a new planet swims into his ken;

Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes

He stared at the Pacific—and all his men

Looked at each other with a wild surmise—

Silent, upon a peak in Darien.



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