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Its a very beautiful work done by Keats. Its like his at his best!!

After much careful consideration i have concluded that this poem is GAY!

i think tis is one of keats' great poems

You should be commenting on what Keats meant by this poem! One of his most deep and poignant, the relentless song of the Nightingale pierces keats' sorrow at the loss of his brother, how the inevitability of death and decay mar the beauty and happier side of nature and life. These are common themes for keats, see When I have fears and Ode to Melancholy. As in this poem, Keats tries to escape the pain and mundane through his poetry - " on the viewless wings of poesy". This poem encapsulates something many of us will have felt at some time, the concept of not wanting a perfect moment to end - when something is jsut so beautiful it would almost be better to cease existance at that point - " now more than ever it seems rich to die...to cease upon the midnight with no pain." Keats comes back to reality as the bird vanishes up the valley, taking it's intoxicating song with it. he is left disorintentated - does he wake or sleep?

Keats, in this Poem is exploring the various options of getting away FROM it all. That is the central theme - Escapism. This Poem considers escapism through 1) Wine, 2) Poetry and 3) Death.

This Poem, like many of Keats' works is concerned with Mortality vs. Immortality or Permanence vs. Transcience.

Hope this is a help to someone.

This is a beautiful poem in a sense that reproduces all the human emotions except it has a flaw.....------------ITS SUPER BORING----------

i guess this piece of writing is a

solitaire one in sense it encapsulate the very moment when Keat was siting in numbness pain about the thought of mortality mixed with his feeling of one sided love which was never reciprocated. It's a complete melancholy in a way showing all the eternal feeling of detered sadnress

‘Keats poetry is an escape from the real world into a world of imagination.’ Ode to a Nightingale is that attempted escape.

Keats is feeling despondent when he hears the nightingale sing. He wishes that he could be as the nightingale, free and without the cares that humans have. The nightingale sings so beautifully that it makes Keats ‘heart ache’.

He begins to feel drowsy as he is enveloped in his poetic world of imagination. He tells the nightingale that he is jealous of it ‘being to happy in thy happiness’.

Keats was a well travelled man and had fallen in love with the warmth of the Mediterranean. He compares the feeling of longing for a ‘draft of vintage’ wine with longing for the ‘warm South’ of the Mediterranean. In his eyes, both are equal in their capacity to help him ‘leave the world unseen’ and with the nightingale ‘fade away into the forest dim’.

Keats juxtaposes the second and third stanza to emphasise how discontented he feels with the world. He uses the ‘warm South’ which is a reference to the heat of summer. Summer is the poetic intertext of the most joyous part of life. This reference is followed by an entire stanza containing death and despair.

Keats tells the world to leave him alone so that he can fly away with the nightingale. ‘Not charioted by Bacchus’ he scorns the idea of using wine to help him enter his own world but relies on ‘the viewless wings of Poesy’.

Keats feels let down by his ‘dull brain’. He feels that it ‘perplexes and retards’ not letting him enter his world of imagination as quickly as he would like to.

He suddenly realises that he has succeeded in reaching the nightingale and that he is flying with it. In this world he doesn’t need sight because he has his sense of touch and smell to adequately accommodate his awareness. Perhaps he feels that sight would disappoint or spoil the enchantment of the world he has created for himself.

Keats adopts a more philosophical tone, musing that he ‘has been half in love with easeful Death’. Death has been given a capital letter which indicates that he believes death is a being or a place that would rescue him from the suffering that he is seeing and feeling.

Now that Keats has experienced the world of his imagination ‘Now more than ever it seems rich to die,’. However, he does not believe that he nightingale should die. Rather, it should live to pass down its legacy of song to future generations. He ruminates over the possibility that the biblical figure of Ruth heard the song of the nightingale when she was at her lowest. He appears to be desiring this, because he feels akin to her suffering and has been assisted by the nightingales song. The song sings of the far off ‘faery lands’ of imagination. He describes these ‘faery lands’ as forlorn.
The world forlorn reminds Keats of angst of the world he has left behind and pulls him back from the nightingale into reality. He bids the nightingale ‘Adieu’ telling it that what was destined to happen long before he had even embarked on this journey has begun. The ‘deceiving elf’ as he refers to his imagination is just that: deceiving. As much as Keats longs and desires for his world of imagination to become a reality, he knew in his heart that the fiction could never be sustained.

He repeats his farewell to the nightingale, as if trying to snatch at the last remnants of world they briefly shared. He hears the nightingales ‘plaintive anthem’ fade away across the landscape until it is ‘buried deep’.

Now he is in ‘the next valley-glades’ the music is completely gone and all that is left is Keats, so befuddled and confused by his magical experienced that he is unable to discern if he is awake or asleep. The final lines ache with the bewilderment he is feeling at being so abruptly pulled back from his dream.

I hope this helps someone, my teacher liked it.

Thank you to Mr. Gillen for the astute comment. I also think this poem touches the issue of permanence vs. transigence as do, in one form or another. all of the 1819 odes (especially "Ode on a Grecian Urn".) And, typically, I don't think Keats tells us how he feels one way or the other, but, rather, uses his "negative capability" (see Keats' letters). The narrator wanders at the border of life and death (Hemlock, which kills Socrates in the "Phaedo," is mentioned), the edge of memory ("Lethe-wards" - Lethe, or Styx: a river whose water causes forgetfulness). This lends incredible poignance to the final phrase "Do I wake or sleep?" Keats asks, in essence, whether death constitutes forgetfulness or whether life is a slumber from which death awakens us.

I'd just like to say that this poem has moved me ever since I first read it. I know it by heart and will never forget it. Who has never felt like escaping this all too mortal world ? Keats is one of the Greatest Poets of the romantic movement....