Sunday, February 2, 2020

A Thing of Beauty

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,

Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:

And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
                                                               ~John Keats


  1. Lovely, Joanna, a pleasure to read and see your pretty photos. Happy Ground Hog Day (we KNEW there'd be 6 weeks -at least!- of winter left to go)!

    1. Thank you Eliza! :) I can't believe it's already February! It's been an easy winter so far (as Maine goes) but we had a terrible storm yesterday...I'm hoping there are no more like that to come!

  2. A classic poem powerfully illustrated. Though it does make me wonder - is a thing of beauty really a joy forever? Seems that most things of beauty have their appointed years just like we do. Though fortunately new things of beauty come along to replace those that fade away.

    1. Thank you! I guess my interpretation would be that the influence of a thing of beauty lasts forever, even if the thing itself fades.