This document contains a 3 stanza poem by John Keats reflecting on seeing the Elgin Marbles for the first time. The poem explores how seeing the classical Greek sculptures made Keats feel small in the face of their grandeur and reminded him of his own mortality. It also contrasts the faded ruins of what remains with visions of what the structures in their prime must have been like in their "Grecian grandeur". The poem leaves Keats with a dizzy, painful feeling as it mixes admiration for the past artistic achievements with the ruins wrought by the passing of time.
This document contains a 3 stanza poem by John Keats reflecting on seeing the Elgin Marbles for the first time. The poem explores how seeing the classical Greek sculptures made Keats feel small in the face of their grandeur and reminded him of his own mortality. It also contrasts the faded ruins of what remains with visions of what the structures in their prime must have been like in their "Grecian grandeur". The poem leaves Keats with a dizzy, painful feeling as it mixes admiration for the past artistic achievements with the ruins wrought by the passing of time.
This document contains a 3 stanza poem by John Keats reflecting on seeing the Elgin Marbles for the first time. The poem explores how seeing the classical Greek sculptures made Keats feel small in the face of their grandeur and reminded him of his own mortality. It also contrasts the faded ruins of what remains with visions of what the structures in their prime must have been like in their "Grecian grandeur". The poem leaves Keats with a dizzy, painful feeling as it mixes admiration for the past artistic achievements with the ruins wrought by the passing of time.
Keats, John (1795-1821) - Widely regarded as the most talented of
the English romantic poets, Keats, whose work was poorly received during his lifetime, could not have foreseen his later recognition. Ironically, he wrote for his own epitaph: “Here lies one whose name was writ in water.” On Seeing the Elgin Marbles (1817) - Keats reflects on his first contact with classical Greek art. Opening lines: My spirit is too weak- mortality / Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, ... 3
THE ELGIN MARBLES
My spirit is too weak- mortality
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagin’d pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky. Yet ‘tis a gentle luxury to weep That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning’s eye. Such dim-conceived glories of the brain Bring round the heart an undescribable feud; So do these wonders a most dizzy pain, That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude Wasting of old Time- with a billowy main A sun- a shadow of a magnitude.