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Friday, 09 October 2009


By the way, I found another interesting poem; To Autumn by John Keats. Here it is.

Quite appropriate as fall is beginning to strike right now. Oddly enough, it has the same charm, same musicality and same pompous style as On First Looking into Chapman's Homer. Enjoy!

The film directed by Jane Campion about Keats is called Bright Star. And I first typed Jane Austen instead of Jane Campion!

I was somehow vaguely recalling this poem and then I went searching for it through the blog, and found that you have already published it in February 2008. Here it is:
I hope the link is working since I was unable to copy and paste it, but was reduced to type it integrally. In case it doesn't work, the date is 15th February 2008.

I think it is well worth rereading it. Afterwards, I find this poem even more desperate than when I first read it -I guess I may have improved and matured by then.
I agree that it could sound rather silly, mean or even meaningless. But there is so much despair in the simple mention of those "ramparts at your ear" because this means that the girl won't listen to the young man's speech. The situation is hopeless and so cruel from his point of view. The hair may have a nice colour and evoke some sensuality, they still are ramparts, and they are apparently unshakable.

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