On Keats' Hill

Another tribute poem to John Keats. :)

Standing still upon the hill

                Where he once stood the same

To see the ocean, to feel the chill

                When the waves doth speak his name.

 

Bright star, Greek urn, sweet nightingale!

                Oh God, hear my wish as I stand

If Thou won’t revive his mortal hale

                Bring back only his hand!

 

To write those words that comfort me

                To continue those stopped too short

And complete those never penned that float in the sea

                Of romance, of fantasy--his sort.

 

But what is an undead hand without the heart

                And the genius mind of an immortal poet

None can conceive any good without either part

                …As poets like me can serve to show it.

Reviews

[Ami N.]

Wow. An amazing poem written for an amazing poet by an amazing poet. Great job :)

[ravenjess]

keats is amazing. this is a fitting tribute to him. beautiful.

[V]

the word use reminds me of shakespeare. though i don't like shakespeare that much...i like your one. nice flow, so melodious, makes it fun and/or comfy to read