Skipping Stones (Original Cut)

Since my first post (all those, like, four days ago), I have been nagged by the memory of a poem that seemed to get at what I was trying to say much more succintly. Found it. Keats. Clearly, there is a missing line between the last two that would reveal that, in addition to thinking, he was chucking rocks.

52. When I have fears that I may cease to be
WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
  Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,
  Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,        5
  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 creature of an hour!
  That I shall never look upon thee more,        10
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.

1 comment:

  1. Please give us a "woa that was deep" or something similar for the feedback thingy (which I really like btw.) You have many facets Auker - I like that....