Lovely analysis. I appreciate the emphasis on beauty because so many critics disregard it, most precious. Keats is also precious. I responded well to his goldfinch poem and wrote a response poem to it. We all respond to him in our own ways and I love that we can share these responses here even though we're far away.
The very thought that comes in my mind after hearing the explanation , I would like to copy your style , diction , fluency 😊❤❤❤ What a fabulous explanation, u made it a cakewalk. I read it several times , but I am sure this was the last time . I understood it so well . Thank you so much ma'am
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,- That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim: Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain- To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:-Do I wake or sleep?
In1989 I studied this poem"ode to a Nightingale " in first degree class. After a long time I have no touch with this poem. On hearing your explanation, tody, madam, it is outstanding, no other words to say...... Any how mam it is a great work your fluency of language is absolutely admirable...!
I really appreciate you and love your explaing bold, impressive, peaceful style you really made this complex romantic poet John Keats easy to understand me.....thank you from pakistan
Excellent way of conveying knowledge. I have a suggestion, when you editing the video please make sure the text of that satanza which you are explaining will remain display on screen (may be in corner or in smaller format) but it should visible untill next stanza started. It will help the viewers to memorize the text with explanation which will help when students solving the questions like reference to context.
Mam i felt the same intoxication feeling of keats here, in this class of urs. am comparing u with the nightingale.what a class mam.the flow, ur presentation style, pronunciation, expressions everything.u just taken me to that scene and situation.i felt am just sitting close to keats in the garden.speechless class.🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏there will be only 2 or 3 excellent teachers in a thousand like u.
Good evening ma'am.. It was such an amazing explanation and such an amazing poem too.. Thank you for helping us to let our heart drown in the ocean of beautiful poems...
Good evening Ma'am I was completely mesmerized by the way you went about the poem. Am sure all your students swoon over you. Made an instant fan out of me. Thank you. Looking forward for more. Regards Mridulla
Very very interesting and loving explanation madam 🙏🙏🙏👌👌 thank you so much. You have explained it very well and I felt that I'm listening to poet himself. Excellent keep it up madam. 👍
I'm satisfy with the explanation mem👍❤struggling here for the exam.... And finding so much of difficulties to understand this poem and here I got the best explanation thank you so much❤
Thank you much ma'am... I'm having my exam today so just went through the video for revision.... It was so so so good I'm spell bound❤ Thank you and respect to you ma'am 😊
Thank you so much ma'am ...i am going to have my exams .... And was not understanding this ode at all... But all thnks to u..u explained it beautifully... Thnk u so So much!!! 🥰👌
Hello Eshwar. Here are the video links for Intimations of Immortality : Part 1 : ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-EcjFwJHV9DE.html Part 2 : ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-fe-gd7zz7iQ.html
29:10 " 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙖𝙖𝙥 𝙙𝙪𝙠𝙝 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣 " I've observed, That was the only single line that you have used Hindi in whole poem 🙂 Don't mind mam Anyway thnk U for explaining this lengthy poem in simple way 🙏 🙏 😊 😊 😊
