THE SLUMBER OF KEATS

 

Dreaming thoughts that soberly dance
We bid goodnight to your “soft dying day”
Eyelashes closing tenderly at last
Together poet and reader lay.

 

Our stringent fears unfold in grace
Through myriad possibilities we sift
Centuries apart, we lustrously embrace
Stanzas in rhyme behold the gift.

 

What aggravating distance in time we mourn!
Our shoulders to fingers outstretched
Love fancies your heart bright and words reborn
Hence it is justified to be so enmeshed.

 

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(c) 2013

 

Published by Marie Marchand

Poetry for me has always been a seeking. Always. An effort to come closer to beauty, to explicate beauty, to behold it in words. I wish to formalize beauty, to give it a title and empower it to go forth into the world. I want to give it shape and lend it the capacity for remembrance. Poetry captures essence. Without essence, there is nothing worth saving. John Keats and William Wordsworth are my favorite poets. My absolute favorite poem to read aloud is Wordsworth's Lines, otherwise referred to as Tintern Abbey. And it must be read aloud at least annually for uplift of the soul. I have shared my poetry through various means including handmade chapbooks, readings, and publication. All the poetry posted on this site is written and copyrighted by me. This collection represents about half of my poetry.

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