Tuesday 22 December 2015


Ode to a Nightingale
Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

When I was in high school, we studied a few of John Keats poems. High school might be something I left behind a while ago, but I never forgot about these poems. And since I've written a story where students actually study a few of his poems, I've been re-reading them lately.

I love how it begins:

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

Up until we studied Keats, I'd found poetry boring and lacking. I had no real appreciation for it. But his words made me realise just how imaginative a well-written poem can be. How much imagery can fill your mind when a poem is written well. And just how thrilling the experience can be when you allow words to help you feel the world through another animal. Not to mention how beautiful a bird's song can be, and how when it's gone... you're left wondering if you heard it at all.

I love the breathless quality of this poem. It's like flying on an adventure, and feeling the wind in your hair. Only to then wonder if it was all a dream.

Yeah. I still love this poem.

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