purplenurple
08-16-2010, 08:13 AM
righto, for my class we are supposed to emulate a writers style...i choose keats
this is the poem ive written (i flipped the grecian influence to nordic):
Kept wonders pass beyond the swell
For eternal whisperings around
Crash upon desolate shores, silent of sound,
That scarcely found in darkness unbound
The silence and the shell--
Unmoved from where it had sometime fell.
Máni embraces a shadowed spell
‘Tis in such gentle temperance found –
Among those vex’d and tired hearts run aground.
Oh, ye! Feast thy eyes upon the sea
For Eir’s melody sighs;
Soft sounding bells unto the seas skies .
Njord my father will you hear me
The winds of heaven are unbound,
And last the wideness of the sea,
In its cloying melody—
Disturb’d languish with uproar rude,
Clouds thy eyes and dims thy heart to brood.
Whence standing in Valhalla’s days;
Cast thy spirit unto the Norns
And turn thy sightless eyes to gaze—
Enchant’d of the Margygur;
Upon whose brows rests a crown of thorns,
And voices of old, shadow bound,
Of sjøen’s eternal sound.
apparently it doesnt sound keatsian enough...the ideas come from his sonnet 'on the sea', they structure is more like 'ode to apollo' but apparently the feel is closer to 'the eve of st. agnes'.
any suggestions how to anchor it to the poems its based off, or how to make is sound more keats like? :thumbsup:
this is the poem ive written (i flipped the grecian influence to nordic):
Kept wonders pass beyond the swell
For eternal whisperings around
Crash upon desolate shores, silent of sound,
That scarcely found in darkness unbound
The silence and the shell--
Unmoved from where it had sometime fell.
Máni embraces a shadowed spell
‘Tis in such gentle temperance found –
Among those vex’d and tired hearts run aground.
Oh, ye! Feast thy eyes upon the sea
For Eir’s melody sighs;
Soft sounding bells unto the seas skies .
Njord my father will you hear me
The winds of heaven are unbound,
And last the wideness of the sea,
In its cloying melody—
Disturb’d languish with uproar rude,
Clouds thy eyes and dims thy heart to brood.
Whence standing in Valhalla’s days;
Cast thy spirit unto the Norns
And turn thy sightless eyes to gaze—
Enchant’d of the Margygur;
Upon whose brows rests a crown of thorns,
And voices of old, shadow bound,
Of sjøen’s eternal sound.
apparently it doesnt sound keatsian enough...the ideas come from his sonnet 'on the sea', they structure is more like 'ode to apollo' but apparently the feel is closer to 'the eve of st. agnes'.
any suggestions how to anchor it to the poems its based off, or how to make is sound more keats like? :thumbsup: