OK, John Keats

Nach jetzt schon 4 Mails, wer denn überhaupt dieser John Keats ist:

Ein Englischer Dichter! Geht auf Google oder schaut auf diese Seite, wenn es Euch wirklich interessiert. Habt Ihr denn in der Schule nix gelernt 😉

Hier ein kleiner Vorgeschmack (natürlich aus Hyperion, ich mag ja Simmons…):


DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve?€™s one star,
Sat gray-hair?€™d Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;
Forest on forest hung about his head
Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there,
Not so much life as on a summer?€™s day
Robs not one light seed from the feather?€™d grass,
But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
A stream went voiceless by, still deadened more
By reason of his fallen divinity
Spreading a shade: the Naiad ?€™mid her reeds
Press?€™d her cold finger closer to her lips.

 

Mal im Ernst – wen interessiert das schon!