Nothing in life is achieved before it be thoroughly attempted. My gray matter is ready to plunge into the world of thoughts !!Yours...??!!
A scribble from my dictionary......
"The Aim of life is Achievement
The Zest of life is Zeal"
"When we step out of our normal world and leave behind us all the usual barriers and prejudices, we tend to become more adventurous" Accept???
"A thing of Beauty is a joy forever" - John Keats' poem
Posted 8th May 2008 at 04:11 AM by RamyaVaradharajan
Updated 8th May 2008 at 04:38 AM by RamyaVaradharajan
Updated 8th May 2008 at 04:38 AM by RamyaVaradharajan
In an attempt to understand what and where beauty is, I had tried justifying myself in one of my threads on the same. While going through Keats’ creation, thought I should bring to lime light the wonder poem that kindled my heart and led me into days of research on something that is not at all trivial though clear. This is just a forward !!
Hope you will go through the poem and my creation too !
"A thing beauty ia a joy forever"
Thank you
A thing of beauty is a joy forever,
Its loveliness increases, it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quite breathing,
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep, and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in, and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
‘Gainst the hot season, the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fain musk-rose blooms
And such too in the grandeur of dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead
All lovely tales that we have heard or read
An endless fountain of immortal drink
Pouring into us form the heaven’s brink.
Nor do we merely feel these essences
For one short hour; no, even as the trees
That whisper round a temple become soon
Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon,
The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast
That, whether there be shine or gloom o'ercast,
They always must be with us, or we die.
Therefore, 'tis with full happiness that I
Will trace the story of Endymion.
The very music of the name has gone
Into my being, and each pleasant scene
Is growing fresh before me as the green
Of our own valleys: so I will begin
Now while I cannot hear the city's din;
Now while the early budders are just new,
And run in mazes of the youngest hue
About old forests; while the willow trails
Its delicate amber; and the dairy pails
Bring home increase of milk. And, as the year
Grows lush in juicy stalks, I'll smoothly steer
My little boat, for many quiet hours,
With streams that deepen freshly into bowers.
Many and many a verse I hope to write,
Before the daisies, vermeil rimmed and white,
Hide in deep herbage; and ere yet the bees
Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas,
I must be near the middle of my story.
O may no wintry season, bare and hoary,
See it half finished: but let Autumn bold,
With universal tinge of sober gold,
Be all about me when I make an end!
And now at once, adventuresome, I send
My herald thought into a wilderness:
There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dress
My uncertain path with green, that I may speed
Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed.
John Keats
Hope you will go through the poem and my creation too !
"A thing beauty ia a joy forever"
Thank you
A thing of beauty is a joy forever,
Its loveliness increases, it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quite breathing,
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep, and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in, and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
‘Gainst the hot season, the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fain musk-rose blooms
And such too in the grandeur of dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead
All lovely tales that we have heard or read
An endless fountain of immortal drink
Pouring into us form the heaven’s brink.
Nor do we merely feel these essences
For one short hour; no, even as the trees
That whisper round a temple become soon
Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon,
The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast
That, whether there be shine or gloom o'ercast,
They always must be with us, or we die.
Therefore, 'tis with full happiness that I
Will trace the story of Endymion.
The very music of the name has gone
Into my being, and each pleasant scene
Is growing fresh before me as the green
Of our own valleys: so I will begin
Now while I cannot hear the city's din;
Now while the early budders are just new,
And run in mazes of the youngest hue
About old forests; while the willow trails
Its delicate amber; and the dairy pails
Bring home increase of milk. And, as the year
Grows lush in juicy stalks, I'll smoothly steer
My little boat, for many quiet hours,
With streams that deepen freshly into bowers.
Many and many a verse I hope to write,
Before the daisies, vermeil rimmed and white,
Hide in deep herbage; and ere yet the bees
Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas,
I must be near the middle of my story.
O may no wintry season, bare and hoary,
See it half finished: but let Autumn bold,
With universal tinge of sober gold,
Be all about me when I make an end!
And now at once, adventuresome, I send
My herald thought into a wilderness:
There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dress
My uncertain path with green, that I may speed
Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed.
John Keats
Total Comments 11
Comments
 |  Wow Ramya dearie You have caught hold of a wonderful poem. It is just awesome will leave all my fb in " A thing of beauty is a joy forever" |
Posted 8th May 2008 at 05:20 AM by Arunarc  |
| |  a long trail of wonders and a peep into your beautiful mind..sunkan |
| Posted 8th May 2008 at 05:43 AM by sunkan |
| |  Oh Keats ,Wish I had met you!! Love, Devika |
| Posted 8th May 2008 at 07:18 AM by Devika Menon |
| | Wow Keats! I can see some lovers of poetry here.. Hope we all interact more often. As Keats said 'The great beauty of Poetry is, that it makes every thing every place interesting. |
| Posted 9th May 2008 at 12:05 AM by ranivasan |
| |  nice to see you like Keats.... add poetry to my list in your other thread, Ramya... :) |
| Posted 9th May 2008 at 01:39 PM by sowparnika |
| |  My humble apologies to all here for the delay in my reply !! Pl do not mind. |
| Posted 4th July 2008 at 09:00 AM by RamyaVaradharajan |
| | Dearest Aruna ma'am, Of course Keats poems are all a classic and to go through them and experience, we need a separate life time !! :) Thank you very much for the support Regards with Love RamyaVaradharajan |
| Posted 4th July 2008 at 09:03 AM by RamyaVaradharajan |
| | Dearest Sundari ma'am, Your "avatar" conveys it all :) Thank you very much Regards with Love RamyaVaradharajan |
| Posted 4th July 2008 at 09:04 AM by RamyaVaradharajan Updated 4th July 2008 at 09:04 AM by RamyaVaradharajan (corrected a spelling mistake) |
| | Dearest Devika ji, Wish I could meet you :):) Of course, I think on the same lines everytime I read or write something. You know, I had Albert Einstein's photo for my desktop a couple of days back and i started talking with him, he he he he, sounds funny but all of us have the same mind set na ??? To meet those who have achieved something in life and those who have lit the lamp of knowledge ?? Regards with Love RamyaVaradharajan |
| Posted 4th July 2008 at 09:08 AM by RamyaVaradharajan |
| | Dearest Ranivasan ma'am, Thats very true. There are many like minded individuals here. I would say, the whole lot of ILites go with one another with some striking features in each !!! :) Keep in touch and thank you very much Regards with Love RamyaVaradharajan |
| Posted 4th July 2008 at 09:10 AM by RamyaVaradharajan Updated 4th July 2008 at 09:11 AM by RamyaVaradharajan |
| | Oh dearest Sowparnika ma'am, Thanks a lot for those kind words. Of course, like the sun shining bright in your "avatar", we all shall definitely fly high in the horizon of life but immersed in the essence of poetic aroma !!! Regards with Love RamyaVaradharajan |
| Posted 4th July 2008 at 09:13 AM by RamyaVaradharajan |
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