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Friday, 12 February 2010


As I told you before, I have been browsing Keats complete poems for several months, and I am very smitten with his poetry. Then, I can offer this one.
O blush not so! O blush not so!

O blush not so! O blush not so!
Or I shall think you knowing;
And if you smile the blushing while,
Then maidenheads are going.

There's a blush for want, and a blush for shan't,
And a blush for having done it;
There's a blush for thought, and a blush for nought,
And a blush for just begun it.

O sigh not so! O sigh not so!
For it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin;
By these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips
And fought in an amorous nipping.

Will you play once more at nice-cut-core,
For it only will last our youth out,
And we have the prime of the kissing time,
We have not one sweet tooth out.

There's a sigh for aye, and a sigh for nay,
And a sigh for "I can't bear it!"
O what can be done, shall we stay or run?
O cut the sweet apple and share it!

Isn't that cute and lovely? So simple but so meaningful.
I also like particularly the poems To Emma and O! how I love , on a fair summer's eve. They are very classical, but sound so true.
I have very much enjoyed the film Bright Star by Jane Campion too. It is not just another biopic, but the actors recite excerpts of poems, which is quite rare in a film - and I was very proud to be able to recognise La Belle Dame sans Merci thanks to my reading this blog. The critics have praised highly this film too. The film shows beautiful English gardens throughout the seasons, and the love story between Fanny and Keats follows the seasons too; love starts at springtime, blooms and thrives during summer, and then trouble and bad news arrive along with the bad season. I strongly recommend it.

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