On the other hand, I wonder why the Academic Decathlon competition didn't include Keats; he's way better than Southey. I really like that first work of his, "On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer". I mean, I can totally sympathize with Keats's fascination with the Greek culture. It's like me and Japan! >.< LOL, except he was a much better fanboy, and I'm just a silly otaku.
Here's the poem I like the best so far:
"When I have fears that I may Cease to Be"
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creasture of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;-- then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
I ought to be looking into literature from around the time of the Great Depression instead of lingering into this era's work, but this book doesn't have a lot of that stuff anyway. I mean, some of the poets which are recorded to have been born in 1885 are still recorded as alive.
It's amazing to think about that kind of world. Most of the European countries were still monarchies back then, right? And what with the Industrial Revolution and Neo-Imperialism... it must've been amazing to be rich. Not much has changed I guess.
So Rebecca is playing some rather soothing songs on her guitar and I'm about to conk out from exhaustion. I'm surprised I didn't fall asleep in class again. >.< 'Nite.
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