Monday, January 13, 2014

Bright Star- Semester 2- Week 1

There always is a love poem whether sonnets, lyrics, or spoken word.  I always wondered who constricted poetry to having one meaning. Who comes up with the author's intent if the author themselves did not come up with one but just wrote their heart out. How poetry is perceived in different ways and meanings but in the end AP college board test makers limit the poem's meaning and essence with four to five choices. Poetry and its complexity does not deserve to be constricted in its understanding, especially when every single individual understands and perceives differently. In class we were assigned several poems to decipher. Bright Star written by John Keats was a poem I apprehended.
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 mask
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 fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.

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