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Complete Poems and Selected Letters
'I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death,' John Keats soberly prophesied in 1818 as he started writing the blankverse epic Hyperion. Today he endures as the archetypal Romantic genius who explored the limits of the imagination and celebrated the pleasures of the senses but suffered a tragic early death. Edmund Wilson counted him as 'one of the half do...more
Paperback, 640 pages
Published
July 22nd 2009
by Modern Library
(first published October 28th 1975)
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The guy had talent but reading his stuff is like being locked up in that Hansel and Gretel house made of confectionery. You get to feeling ill. In fact you need a bucket quite soon. There should be a Marathon Keats Reading Competition to see who can read the most pages of the Complete Poems without losing their lunch. I bet if Keats had been around in the 1970s he'd have been a Genesis fan - and then a Peter Gabriel fan! I can imagine him earnestly glomming onto "Selling England By The Pou...more
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Rating this feels weird-- it's Keats, his entire poetic corpus, take it or leave it. I'm happy with the book, and while I have moods when I find some of Keats' work cheesy, overall I enjoy him and see no reason to mark this collection down. Highlights for me: Ode on a Grecian Urn (a very pivotal text for ekphrasis in Western Lit), To Autumn (I'm a Fall kind of a guy), On seeing the Elgin Marbles, On first looking into Chapman's Homer (I know some of these are the "big" poems that eve...more
He was a Poet, sure a lover too,
Who stood on Latmus’ top, what time there blew
Soft breezes from the myrtle vale below;
And brought in faintness solemn, sweet, and slow
A hymn from Dian’s temple; while upswelling,
The incense went to her own starry dwelling.
But though her face was clear as infant’s eyes,
Though she stood smiling o’er the sacrifice,
The Poet wept at her so piteous fate,
Wept that such beauty should be desolate:
So in fine wrath ...more
Who stood on Latmus’ top, what time there blew
Soft breezes from the myrtle vale below;
And brought in faintness solemn, sweet, and slow
A hymn from Dian’s temple; while upswelling,
The incense went to her own starry dwelling.
But though her face was clear as infant’s eyes,
Though she stood smiling o’er the sacrifice,
The Poet wept at her so piteous fate,
Wept that such beauty should be desolate:
So in fine wrath ...more
Keats.
John Keats.
I've been a big Shelley fan, and in a different way, Byron... but never tackled Keats before. As a non-English major, I'm having to google a lot of the references (21st Century Keats), but god is it gorgeous. Okay, I'll cop to it, I saw Bright Star yesterday--came right home and took this barely-cracked book off my shelf and stuck my nose in it for the rest of the night. My mind's jaw dropped open in admiration.
John Keats.
I've been a big Shelley fan, and in a different way, Byron... but never tackled Keats before. As a non-English major, I'm having to google a lot of the references (21st Century Keats), but god is it gorgeous. Okay, I'll cop to it, I saw Bright Star yesterday--came right home and took this barely-cracked book off my shelf and stuck my nose in it for the rest of the night. My mind's jaw dropped open in admiration.
strikes a balance between sweet and sober - he died young, knew he would, and his poetry reflects that. still: he saw the world beautifully, and it's hard not to be affected when reading his poems.
also, his love letters are delicious.
also, his love letters are delicious.
I didn't read the entire book - only the poems mentioned in the letters. I bought this specific book for the letters which I have wanted to read for some time now.
I just found out last week a movie is being made - bonus!
I just found out last week a movie is being made - bonus!
I got this book for Valentine's Day and have taken a long time to read it, and to be honest, I didn't read the whole book--some of Keat's poems are really, really, long. But what I did read was so beautiful that I think John Keats is UP THERE with Shakespeare as an artist. His life, his letters, his ideas, his talent, and his artistry are so above the average, that you can't help but wonder that one young man was capable of writing such amazing stuff. When I graduated college, I thought I had gr...more
I have an old Odyssey Pres volume with a dozen or so bits of paper stuck between the pages marking my favorite poems.
I would totally party with Keats. Didn't discover him until college, but quickly fell in love.
Saw "Bright Star" yesterday and realized I haven't read any Keats since school...
I feel exactly the same, for better or worse.
In my eyes, Keats can do no wrong. I love this man. Heartbreakingly gorgeous stuff here, folks.
couldn't read it all. i just wanted to read some of his poems.
John Keats' poems sometimes felt realer than real. Sometimes this bothered me, like every little thing had to be pulsing with life, but a lot of times it's really nice.
His letters are okay. As I vaguely recall his ultraawareness of his death colored everything he wrote.
A good guy and I'm glad people still remember him.
His letters are okay. As I vaguely recall his ultraawareness of his death colored everything he wrote.
A good guy and I'm glad people still remember him.
Another valuable source of material for my novel in progress, Grandpa Art, as well as insight into The Stress of Her Regard by Tim Powers.
Keats amazes me every time.
I adore his work, and in this anthology, "Lines to Fanny" is a must - my new favourite poem - ta, Sir.
I adore his work, and in this anthology, "Lines to Fanny" is a must - my new favourite poem - ta, Sir.
Imagination, emotion and honesty combined. What enthralling stories were told, with dreamlike romanticism and linguistic precision.
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Complete Poems and Selected Letters of John Keats (Modern Library Classics) by John Keats (2001)
My all time favorite poet! pics...
By and far the best of the best is the Song of Opposites.
By and far the best of the best is the Song of Opposites.
"When I have fears that I may cease to be..."
It doesn't get much better than Keats.
One of my favorite poets. Aye, he left too soon.
It's Keats. No questions asked.
John Keats is the new Shakespeare.
It's Keats. What else can I say?
I love his letters
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WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be. Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, before high-pilèd books, in charact'ry, hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain. When I behold, upon the night's starred face, huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, and think that I may never live to trace, their shadows, with the magic hand of chance, and when I feel, fair creature of an hour that I shal...more
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“SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.”
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Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.”
