A reading of Keats' famous poem about a ancient Greek vase with a pastoral scene.
The last lines are very famous. But poetry is like advertising jingles and it passes unchecked into the subconscious. He was afraid that Fanny "had a touch of the Cressida" meaning that she'd been unfaithful.
Poetry is an anodyne to harsh reality in which Beauty can be False and Truth can be Ugly.
"Thou still unravish'd Bride of Quietness
The guests have all gone home, take off that dress..
You can hear Sir Ralph Richardson read it here:
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5 окт 2024