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Saturday, 17 January 2009

BRIGHT STAR


KEATS
Posted by ELAINE ERIG at 05:55
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Sepiru Chris said...

Dear Elaine,

On seeing your New Year's entry, the following poem floated up into my mind:

On leaving some friends at an early hour
(John Keats)

Give me a golden pen, and let me leam
On heap’d up flowers, in regions clear, and far;
Bring me a tablet whiter than a star,
Or hand of hymning angel, when ’tis seen
The silver strings of heavenly harp atween:
And let there glide by many a pearly car,
Pink robes, and wavy hair, and diamond jar,
And half discovered wings, and glances keen.
The while let music wander round my ears,
And as it reaches each delicious ending,
Let me write down a line of glorious tone,
And full of many wonders of the spheres:
For what a height my spirit is contending!
’Tis not content so soon to be alone.

And now, Elaine, you have posted Brightstar.

Beautiful also, though I could never consider being a true eremite. Only for brief sojourns to rediscover my inner thoughts. But then I would long to burst back with company. Keats describes his contrary, dichotomous desires, or pulls, but they are different from what I do.

That is my response, today, to your enigmatic and gossamer light, by word count, postings.

You have posted the original copy of Bright star, by the bright star Keats. I prefer it to the final draft. Thank you.

And... hold all thoughts... I might have achieved more understanding.

I just discovered Il ragazzo.

I should have made a detour to a gallery in Firenze, I strongly suspect.

My condolences on Andre's passing.

I have watched the video.

I believe you are holding the golden pen.

The gentleman whom you have painted as il ragazzo della finestra is especially beautiful.

All my best,
Chris

Sat Jan 17, 10:44:00 am 2009

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