BRIGHT STAR BY JOHN KEAT

Begin by describing the content or “story” of the poem. Tell what the poem is about. Next describe the tone the speaker takes towards the material noting any figurative language in the poem. After this identify the metrical features of the poem leading to an identification of the form, if possible. Finally, evaluate the poem. Is this a successful poem? Why or why not?

Brightstar by John Keat
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

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BRIGHT STAR BY JOHN KEAT

Begin by describing the content or “story” of the poem. Tell what the poem is about. Next describe the tone the speaker takes towards the material noting any figurative language in the poem. After this identify the metrical features of the poem leading to an identification of the form, if possible. Finally, evaluate the poem. Is this a successful poem? Why or why not?

Brightstar by John Keat
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

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