And Now In Age I Bud Again

Joseph Severn portrait of John Keats

 

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections and the truth of imagination.

John Keats

Bright Star

by John Keats (1795 – 1821)

 

Bright star! would I were steadfast 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 steadfast, 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.


The Flower (An Excerpt)

by George Herbert (1593 – 1633)

How fresh, oh Lord, how sweet and clean
Are thy returns! even as the flowers in spring;
        To which, besides their own demean,
The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring.
               .       Grief melts away
                 .         Like snow in May,
        As if there were no such cold thing.
Who would have thought my shriveled heart

Could have recovered greenness? It was gone
        Quite underground; as flowers depart
To see their mother-root, when they have blown,
                    .  Where they together
                      . All the hard weather,
        Dead to the world, keep house unknown.

         And now in age I bud again,
After so many deaths I live and write;
        I once more smell the dew and rain,
And relish versing. Oh, my only light,
                    .  It cannot be
                   . That I am he
        On whom thy tempests fell all night.

        

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I am a life-long Minnesotan who resides in Minneapolis. I hope you enjoy my curated selection of sonnets, short poems and nerdy ruminations. I am pleased to offer Fourteenlines as an ad and cookie free poetry resource, to allow the poetry to be presented on its own without distractions. Fourteenlines is a testament to the power of the written word, for anyone wanting a little more poetry in their life.

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