Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.
John Keats..
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B,rde Türkçe şiir yazmak zor derdim. İngilizce daha betermiş :)
Birazda eski ingilizceyle yazilmis bir siir ama gercekten cok guzel bir siir. John Keats'i onceden duymustum ama siirlerle pek alakam olmadigindan ilgilenmedim. Siirler gercekten ozeldir. Durduk yere sirf guzel olsun diye yazilmazlar. Gercekten her siirin yazan tarafindan ozel bir yeri var. Bu siirde sevdigi kadinina soyledigi siir.
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