What images come to mind when you read this poem? If you could provide them to me, that would be great. By that I mean draw them, scan them, post them.
Peechland
01-03-2006, 02:49
Why didnt you post the poem?
Why didnt you post the poem?
Ode on a Grecian Urn
Thou still unravished bride of quietness!
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flow'ry tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal -yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoyed,
For ever panting and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea-shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou sayst,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty, -that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
Happy?
The Nintendo Emerates
01-03-2006, 03:05
Trying to get someone to do your homework for you, eh?
Trying to get someone to do your homework for you, eh?
Are you in my class? Because if you are........I wouldn't care.
Aminantinia
01-03-2006, 03:08
Interesting that this thread would come up at this particular time, since not reading this poem almost ensured a bad grade on a test I took earlier today.
The Jovian Moons
01-03-2006, 03:43
If I had read it I would be thinking how much I hate poetry.
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If I had read it I would be thinking how much I hate poetry.
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Some of its good. This poem may be a John Keats poem, but that doesn't mean I pick up any drawable images from it. By drawable, I mean something that someone with no skills in art could draw.
Upper Botswavia
01-03-2006, 03:48
What images come to mind when you read this poem? If you could provide them to me, that would be great. By that I mean draw them, scan them, post them.
The first image that comes to mind is that of a kid who is trying to get others to do his homework for him.
Other than that... well, I would tell you, but that would be doing your homework for you.
The first image that comes to mind is that of a kid who is trying to get others to do his homework for him.
Other than that... well, I would tell you, but that would be doing your homework for you.
Well thanks.
Kiwi-kiwi
01-03-2006, 03:53
See, reading the title broke my brain so that all it makes me thing of is an urn done up in the style of Disney's Hercules. Yep. That's the image in my mind.
See, reading the title broke my brain so that all it makes me thing of is an urn done up in the style of Disney's Hercules. Yep. That's the image in my mind.
Funny, I see a Galaxy.