I like to envision it as a spaceship careering through the galaxy.
Or, perhaps as an oracle that spins tales before gaping witnesses.
In what dimension does it reside?
Is it a spacecraft of some sort?
Is it a cosmic technology with advanced properties that allow it to unfold and 'play' the tales for viewers, or, in this poem, is the speaker looking at powerful but eternally still images and drifting off in silent reverie?
Here is a sequel to the urn, with the urn envisioned as a space craft locked in combat with Emperor Palpatine from Star Wars, with the gist being that the rich complexity of Keat's poetry is a far more advanced technology than the cosmology of Star Wars:
http://approaching40.typepad.com/ant...ecian-u-1.html
To restate:
What is the urn?
Any impressions or interpretations?
Paul
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