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ahhh ...... errrr...... welll I keep not checking or posting. I was reading Keats, this is probably the coolest introduction to a poem I've ever read. Too bad he died just as he was learning to be consistently good.
(appropriate music for reading out loud is included at the bottom.)
The Fall of Hyperion - A Dream
(By John Keats if you're still reading)
CANTO I
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave
A paradise for a sect; the savage too
From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep
Guesses at Heaven; pity these have not
Trac'd upon vellum or wild Indian leaf
The shadows of melodious utterance.
But bare of laurel they live, dream, and die;
For Poesy alone can tell her dreams,
With the fine spell of words alone can save
Imagination from the sable charm
And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say,
'Thou art no Poet may'st not tell thy dreams?'
Since every man whose soul is not a clod
Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved
And been well nurtured in his mother tongue.
Whether the dream now purpos'd to rehearse
Be poet's or fanatic's will be known
When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave.
(also Einojuhani Rautavaara - String Quartet No. 4: Movement 1 is better if you have SPOTIFY, which you should all get. But No. 4 isn't on youtube. No.3 is.)
(appropriate music for reading out loud is included at the bottom.)
The Fall of Hyperion - A Dream
(By John Keats if you're still reading)
CANTO I
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave
A paradise for a sect; the savage too
From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep
Guesses at Heaven; pity these have not
Trac'd upon vellum or wild Indian leaf
The shadows of melodious utterance.
But bare of laurel they live, dream, and die;
For Poesy alone can tell her dreams,
With the fine spell of words alone can save
Imagination from the sable charm
And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say,
'Thou art no Poet may'st not tell thy dreams?'
Since every man whose soul is not a clod
Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved
And been well nurtured in his mother tongue.
Whether the dream now purpos'd to rehearse
Be poet's or fanatic's will be known
When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave.
Click to view(also Einojuhani Rautavaara - String Quartet No. 4: Movement 1 is better if you have SPOTIFY, which you should all get. But No. 4 isn't on youtube. No.3 is.)