Endymion: A Poetic Romance

by John Keats

A Poetic Romance is a narrative poem written by the English Romantic poet John Keats. The poem tells the story of Endymion, a shepherd who falls in love with the moon goddess Cynthia. Endymion's quest to find and win Cynthia's love takes him on a journey through various mythical and fantastical landscapes, encountering a cast of characters along the way. The poem is divided into four books, each exploring different aspects of Endymion's journey. Book One introduces Endymion and his love for Cynthia, while Book Two sees him embarking on a quest to find her. Book Three takes him to the underworld, where he meets the sorceress Glaucus and learns about the nature of love and beauty. Finally, Book Four sees Endymion reunited with Cynthia and ascending to the heavens to live with her A Poetic Romance is known for its lush, descriptive language and its exploration of themes such as love, beauty, and the power of imagination. While the poem was not initially well-received by critics, it has since become one of Keats's most celebrated works and is considered a cornerstone of the Romantic literary movement.A thing of beauty is a joy for Its loveliness increases; it will never....This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

Genres: Poetry, Classics, Fiction, Mythology, British Literature, Romanticism, English Literature

104 pages, Paperback

First published April 1, 1818

About the author

Rich melodic works in classical imagery of British poet John Keats include " The Eve of Saint Agnes ," " Ode on a Grecian Urn ," and " To Autumn ," all in 1819.

Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley include "Adonais," an elegy of 1821 to John Keats.

Work of the principal of the Romantic movement of England received constant critical attacks from the periodicals of the day during his short life. He nevertheless posthumously immensely influenced poets, such as Alfred Tennyson. Elaborate word choice and sensual imagery characterize poetry, including a series of odes, masterpieces of Keats among the most popular poems in English literature. Most celebrated letters of Keats expound on his aesthetic theory of "negative capability."

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Reviews

[Praveen · Rating 3 out of 5]

“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
It’s loveliness increases; it will never…”

Yes! This is the same epic poem, which starts with these celebrated lines of Keats.

In the spring of 1817, Keats traveled to Isle of Wight, where he started working on Endymion based on the Greek Legend of Endymion, the shepherded beloved of the Moon goddess Selene. The quarterly review ran him down for the work and denounced his “the Endymion”, this is what they said,

“We confess that we have not read his work, Not that we have been wanting in our duty -far from it- indeed, we have made efforts almost as superhuman as the story itself appears to be to get through it but with the fullest stretch of our perseverance we are forced to confess that we have not been able to struggle beyond the first of the four books….
This author is a copyist of Mr. Hunt; but he is more unintelligible almost as rugged, twice as diffuse, and ten times more tiresome and absurd than his prototype… He cannot indeed write a sentence, but perhaps he may be able to spin a line.”

Along with Walt Whitman’s 'Leaves of Grass', this was my second foray into the classic long poem books, last year. I swooped down on an unforeseeable terrain of epic long poems, like a hungry bird. I was doubtful if I would succeed. But when I finished this long epic poem of Keats last year, which was 130 pages long and consist of four books, I read all of them, all four books, unlike that professional reviewer who did not trouble his soul to read it fully and still reached to a conclusion, shaking the belief of a young poet.

I felt bad knowing that Keats was 22 years old when he was writing it and this work should not have deserved such a harsh replication at that time. This should not have been that way, I think. I liked the individual parts of the poems, at some places it is very beautiful and at some places a little disconcerting. But this is also true that I too could not connect myself with this poetic romance fully, first of all, you need to have some knowledge of Greek legends to get things on track, and second, you must like a rhyming pattern that tells a story in verse. First thing I lacked, the second thing I loved.

Yet the structure of the poem was a bit coarse, and its sentimentality was not fully grown, the characters that appeared in the poems looked confusing too. Knowing the characters beforehand will make your life easy. My life was neither easy nor too much burdensome. It was somewhere in between as I have always liked Keats. There are a few places that rang the bell. The melodious tone in the tale reverberated as if a sound echoed from the mountain. Despite its coarseness, I somehow managed to like it.

“Have I been able to endure that voice?
Fair Melody! kind Syren! I've no choice;
I must be thy sad servant evermore:
I cannot choose but kneel here and adore.
Alas, I must not think—by Phoebe, no!
Let me not think, soft Angel! shall it be so?
Say, beautifullest, shall I never think?
O thou could'st foster me beyond the brink
Of recollection! make my watchful care
Close up its bloodshot eyes, nor see despair!”

[Jan · Rating 3 out of 5]

I challenged (read: forced) myself to read this entire poem, 100+ pages of it. After reading some notes and critiques on it, it became much more interesting. I really appreciate people who spend their life analyzing -- to death -- something, so others can appreciate it better.

The entire poem is an attempt at writing beautiful poetry. John Keats was an orphan, who apprenticed to become an apothecary/surgeon. Feeling there was more to life, he left his work as a surgeon to become a poet. He wanted, more than anything, to leave his mark in the world, and write beautiful poetry. He died at the age of twenty-five.

The analysis of Endymion is what has fascinated me. Using "An Interpretation of Keats's Endymion" by Lement Notcutt, Professor of English in the University of Stellenbosch South Africa, I write this up so I can come back and appreciate it again and again.

Book I focuses on a celebration of Pan, but is really about the hopes and aspirations of Keats becoming a great poet.

Book II uses many quotes of other great authors of the time. It shows more confidence and offers advanced training in reaching Keats' goal of achieving fame.

Book III takes a famous, but ancient, story, told by various past poets, and uses it to show how old poetry has been lost, but the new poetry (Keats who refreshes it in Endymion) will snatch it (save it) and bring it back alive.

Book IV rehearses a new story where the divine speaks for humanity through heavenly words; poetry can be that beautiful. But Keats, himself, feels that he falls short and can never reach that height, so he falls into a depression. Then, he realizes that all is not lost. His poetry can still touch souls and uplift mankind.

It is presumed that his desire to leave the world with something beautiful comes from his feelings as a doctor to save others.

Three famous lines from Endymion:

* "A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
* "Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting."
* "Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!"

A. C. Bradley said that reading poetry you don't understand might bear some pleasure, but when truly understood "by some mystery the music is then the music of the meaning, and the two are one."

I've always liked poetry. There is something very musical about it.

[Sarah · Rating 3 out of 5]

"Many and many a verse I hope to write,
Before the daisies vermeil rimm'd and white,
Hide in deep herbage; and ere yet the bees
Hum about the clover and sweet peas,
I must be near the middle of my story.
O may no wintry season, bare and hoary,
See it half-finished: but let autumn bold,
With universal image of sober gold,
Be all about me when I make an end.
And now at once, adventuresome, I send
My herald thought into a wilderness:
There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dress
My uncertain path with green, that I may speed
Easily through flowers and weed."

Oh sure, of course a thing of beauty is a joy forever, such is the thoughtful invocation which I have provided above. Unfortunately, I feel that the rest of this romance doesn't quite match up. While Keats' poetry is beautiful in every single way, I just can't get into this story.

Sometimes, a story can just be too "wow! classical allusions!", and this is unfortunately one of those cases. Although it is dull in story, I actually enjoyed seeing Keats' marvelous rhyming ability. Sometimes, I would find a rhyme which was so delectable that I would have to stop and savor it for a while, then wonder whether Keats was really human or a literal Muse. Yeah, I adore this poetry, but of course, I will elaborate on this love in another review at another time. As far as this work is concerned, I couldn't care less about the story but I enjoyed myself nonetheless.

[lucy✨ · Rating 4 out of 5]

4 stars

“All lovely tales that we have heard or read: / An endless fountain of immortal drink, / Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.”

Endymion is a sumptuously luscious poem about a youth desperate to attain the love of his dreams. The language is ripe with sweetness, mirroring the character’s earthly desires. Within the quest for ideal love, the tension between mundane reality and unrealisable (?) dreams is suggested.

I loved returning to Keats and look forward to reading more, hopefully this year!

[Wolgraugorimilir · Rating 3 out of 5]

Endymion won himself a goddess by sighing and weeping. Icon.

I read the words, but I’m not sure the poetry was communicated.

I learned a lot about Greek and Roman mythology by taking a Wikipedia journey through the constant references.

Many turns of phrase were beautiful. I have no idea how someone could have come up with this. It was also filled with descriptions of nature in fabulous detail, through which I learned a lot about birds, flowers, trees, and geography. It made me appreciate how much the world has changed since the 1810s - we have lost our vocabulary used to describe the natural world.

[Jen · Rating 4 out of 5]

I decided to compromise and give this 4 stars. There are parts of it I would give 5 that are exquisite and delicious. They are scattered throughout a really lengthy poem that I just couldn't mentally engage with for so long. I really enjoy Keats shorter poems, where I can take my time and read thoughtfully. At the same time, there are some beautiful passages in Endymion that I am so happy to have read.

[Prakash Bisht · Rating 5 out of 5]

A thing of beauty is joy forever and beauty is what it exudes. Every time I read John Keats the thing comes in my mind that this man died at 25 years. Not that his age gives immaturish beauty. He is just inexplicable class and beauty.

[Antoine · Rating 5 out of 5]

If this poem should be admired for anything, it is the stark beauty of Keats’ verse. Keats—a true genius—manages to masterfully sculpt the English language into something as pleasing to the eyes as to the soul and as aesthetically appealing as emotionally potent. This is made all the more exceptional considering it was written by a young man in his 20s who had been studying the art of surgery, not poetry.

Keats’ Endymion, his earliest attempt at epic poetry which was published in 1818, is centred around the Ancient Greek myth of a young shepherd-prince of the same name who falls in love with the moon-goddess Diana. The relationship is one of danger and illegality, the goddess being pledged to chastity. As expected, it throws the mortal’s life into passionate chaos. Keats chronicles the young man’s journey as he weaves in and out of the dream world, often dipping his toes into the idealistic realms of the immortals and permitted to gaze upon their stately courts, consequentially drifting further away from earthly existence and mortality. The work not only displays the poet's early (and overlooked) talent as well as inimitable descriptive style, but it also serves to showcase his immense knowledge of classical mythology. Thus, Keats merges various Ancient Greek stories within this expansive work, dotting his verse with numerous heroes and deities which the mortal protagonist encounters on his journey.

All in all, Keats’ skillful adaptation of Greek mythology results in beautiful scenes, enticing settings, and an enjoyable journey not expected of a 200-year-old poem.

[Stipe · Rating 1 out of 5]

Keats is one of the most amazing poets ever, but this one doesn't do it for me. There are some beautiful lines, but it's really, really boring.

[Andrew H · Rating 2 out of 5]

This work on love and death faced critical onslaught and destruction when it appeared in 1817. Since then it has risen in status. It is a lyric overblown into an epic -- a poem about sleep that works like Kalms passiflora tablets.

[Özge Tokat · Rating 4 out of 5]

Ok, i admit, it's really good.

[Maggie Thilken · Rating 3 out of 5]

read this for my class…whattttttt

[Preetam Chatterjee · Rating 5 out of 5]

Apologia: This is right out of an article ‘Keats’s Gleaming Melancholy: A Reading of Endymion’ by Christian LA CASSAGNÈRE. The author writes, and I quote:

“Endymion, written in 1817, a notoriously “long poem”, as critics (taking up Keats’s own phrase) usually say to present it — is a hardly engaging epithet to the 20th or 21st century poetry reader who shares Ezra Pound’s opinion that “It is better to present one image in a lifetime than to produce voluminous works”. Endymion is thus a poem that Keats’s critics never approach with much happiness and regard, with some condescension, as the product of a juvenile exercise in verse writing: “one of the most diluted poems in a century often given to poetic dilution”, which makes it (in comparison with Keats’s later production, especially that of the odes) “the most atypical of Keats’s major poems”, so that “the admirer of Keats, though prepared to be indulgent to every awkwardness and excess, has never really found the poem as a whole to be as interesting as he secretly thinks he should find it”. I am quoting Walter Jackson Bate who points out as well, in his authoritative book on Keats, the confusing and hardly significant economy of a text in whose making the young, inexperienced poet “kept adding details, snatching at embellishments as mere filler as he dashed forward”, uncertain as to where the composition might lead..”

Well there’s no overplaying the fact that this is Keats' first extended poem.

And this poem is a stretched story. This is the story of ‘Endymion’, who fell in love with the ‘Moon’. This tale, elongated out in this poem, has a metaphoric import. The leitmotif of this long poem is the poet's pursuit for ‘ideal’ Beauty.

The moon may be said to signify ‘perfect beauty’. And ‘Endymion’ may be said to stand for the human soul in quest of this ideal grandeur.

Quite unassuming innit?

But subsequently you ask yourself, “ How does such a poem stimulate such unpleasant and brutal disapproval in the Blackwood and Quarterly Magazines?

The reasons are abundant. And I would propose you do some in-depth examination. You’d get to know.

I simply present my feelings here.

Analysis: My two-cents: This poem couriers the poet's craving for chock-full intimacy with the indispensible spirit of Beauty.

‘Endymion’ goes on to attain his object through human love. The ‘Moon’ our protagonist’s love-interest goes on to manifest herself in three Avatars:

a) as Cynthia -- the ideal of opulent beauty;
b) the Indian Maiden illustrative of the realities of the earth; and
c) the ‘Moon’ emblematic of the "Mystery" of the world.

These three are one. The idea is that there is a unity between Nature, Humanity and the Higher Spiritual Essence --- that all these three are one.

Further, the idea is that the ‘clandestine’ of the cosmos can be known through the shades of intense and human reality. The poet not only reaches an understanding the ideal through deep and through intimacy, first, with the physical beauty of the world, then with the depths of human passion on sufferings, but must find in the end that all merge into one.

This is how the celebrated Robert Seymour Bridges of "For Beauty Being the Best of All We Know"; "I Have Loved Flowers That Fade"; interprets this poem: "The Moon represents "poetry" or Ideality of desired objects, the Principle of Beauty all things. It is the super-sensuous quality which makes all desired objects ideal and Cynthia, as moon-goddess, crowns and personifies and this represents the ideal beauty or love of woman : and in so far as she is also actually the Moon as well as the Indian Lady, who clearly represents real or sensuous passion-it follows that the love of woman is in its essence the same with all love of beauty".

Conclusion:For me, personally, the main charm of this poem does not lie in the hidden meaning that it tries to convey.

And trust me, it does not lie in its story.

I accept that the plot, which is complex, and which, in any case, lies suppressed under the fertility of narrative often misses to make its mark with the lay reader.

But trust me when I tell you that I am no lay reader of poetry. I have by the grace of my Lord, my Master delved into the depths of Sanskrit. I know what the Rasas are. Much much prior to the occidental foundations would be laid, we had decoded literature in all its essence. Our Kalidasa and Panini and Bhavabhuti spoke wonders much much before Occidentals shed off their bear-skin.

This poem’s topmost exquisiteness, in line with my annotations, exclusively my private view, lies quite in the stunning descriptions which show such a subterranean affection of Nature.

Endymion, aside from its fine-looking passages, has also leads you to countless roads, crammed with sentimentalism.

I agree that this ‘Keats’ that you find here, is not yet able to outgrow the influence of Leigh Hunt. Give him time. These passages gave the critics an opportunity to criticise Keats so savagely. But he is ‘ivory flawed, but ivory still’!!

You have any awareness of the primary works of Robi Thakur or Jeebonanondo Das or Bishnu Bey or Shokti Chttopadhyay? This work is a ‘genius’ coming to terms with his ‘brilliance’.

He is a ‘genius’ going by us, us Oriental’s idea of ‘Rasas’…………

[Sharon · Rating 4 out of 5]

Endymion is an amazing accomplishment. It is incoherent though. At times, this irritated me, but it is also the charm of the poem.

[Gracchus Babeuf · Rating 4 out of 5]

This book is my namesake on many online forums. It's not perfect by any means but some passages are so exquisite they raise the whole work up with them. Definitely essential Keats.

[Joseph Wilson · Rating 4 out of 5]

Waiting for someone to steal away the wings wherewith I was to top the heavens.

[Andy Hickman · Rating 5 out of 5]

“ENDYMION: REVIEW”

‘A thing of beauty is a joy for ever …’
begins the poem about how death will sever
love between a youth and his immortal maiden
and the bond of affection so heavy laden,
from the pen of the melancholy John Keats
whose Endymion is of the great poetic feats.

It has accompanied me as a pocket-sized book
glancing phrases evoking a surprised look
on my face, expressing the pleasantness
of one discovering blessings of wilderness
in my sauntering alongside flowing streams,
at Plimmerton’s low tide, knowing dreams
about times of Eden long past, of haunted moors,
howling winds’ strong blast on white-foam shores,
whether Scorching Bay or Waikanae Beach,
or a rocky crag just out of everyone’s reach
from sailors who dare dangerous wayfaring
inhaling salt air the truly adventurous sing:

‘Slowly they sail, slowly as icy isle’
upon a calm sea drifting: and meanwhile
the mournful wanderer dreams..’ and wishes
they were swimming amongst words like fishes.
This enchanting epic unravelling titled Endymion
has been a regular travelling entitled companion
who, when invited to speak, quietly whispers
in reverential tones likened to nightly vespers
as peculiar as the voice outside Elijah’s cave
where ‘ghosts of melodious prophesyings rave’.

I’ve read you seated beside garden-mist fountains,
whilst trekking Wairarapa’s snow-kissed mountains,
by torchlight beneath a diamond-scattered sky
and illumined by the full moon’s crystal eye,
an unrushed process for more than a year
as the Earth proceeded to rotate its sphere
‘my silent thoughts are echoing from these shells
or they are but the ghosts, the dying swells
of noises far away? .. I thought on poets gone
.. kissing dead things to life ..’ and so on.

Rolling thunder completely forming rhyming couplets
revealing images as sweetly as morning dew droplets
‘Do gently murder half my soul, and I
shall feel the other half so utterly ..’
harshly, you were unfairly criticised in your time,
justly, we readers are mesmerised by the sublime,
upon water you said your names was written
yet for us, once read is the same as twice bitten
‘And as she spake, into her face there came,
Light, as reflected from a silver flame ..’
how two centuries later your gem of a poem still gleams
now I say farewell, thank you, good night, sweet dreams

[Duffy Pratt · Rating 2 out of 5]

I may have read this before, but if I have, I had forgotten everything except for the few justifiably famous lines. Those are all lines I might have come across elsewhere.

In sections, the poem is quite beautiful. But a little of it goes a long way. As a long, unified work its almost a complete mess. The main figure is Endymion from Greek mythology. But the story here (inasmuch as there is some story here) doesn't seem to have much of anything to do with the Greek myth.

There's lots of fanciful references to encounters with Gods, but as far as I can tell these are Keats' inventions instead of retellings of Greek myths. Not that there's anything wrong with that in itself. But the parts and even the individual sections didn't hold together all that well.

Also, I was always told that the heart of poetry is that it is language charged with meaning. It is characterized by its richness and openended nature. But these longer poems from the 19th century seem to me to be the opposite. Descriptions go on forever, often cataloguing as many allusions to ancient texts as the poet can possibly fit in. But while lovely sounding, for me they don't particularly add much and tend to be tedious. Instead of being rich through economy, it's like these poets decide that they will enrich their verse by throwing in every possible ingredient they can. And as with food that has too many ingredients, this tends not to be to my taste. (Although sometimes this sort of maximalism strikes me as being just right.)

All in all, this poem was decidedly meh for me and a very large helping of meh.

[George · Rating 2 out of 5]

"A pretty piece of paganism." Those were the words of William Wordsworth when he heard Keats recite this poem to him, and I think there is truth to it though it certainly is also more than that. This epic poem by John Keats tells the story of Endymion, an ancient Greek mythological hero, and his various run ins with goddesses who lust after him and the various other things Grecian heroes get up to.

The strength of this poem, and why even though I felt it was overly-long and didn't really add anything new, is the the rhyme scheme that Keats uses. It sounds really beautiful when read aloud and I was really impressed with the epic feel that the poem had. The bad side of it was that the story itself wasn't really told in an epic way which befits the style and length of the poem. It sounds really beautiful, but the narrative is sort of lost in the mix and when you are going to go on for this long that is the one thing that you don't want to miss.

It serves as good introduction to Romantic poetry in long-form though probably not the best example. Regardless, it is beautiful and while it may not be something to be read and re-read it still wasn't an overall terrible experience. Hence, I give it the "it was ok" rating.

[Kelly · Rating 1 out of 5]

This received scathing criticism at its publication, and my own criticism is that it is... pretty bad. Who knew one could make an epic love story so meandering and boring? I'll be sticking with the Odes and other works by Keats that have endured the test of time - his secondary work don't seem worth it.

Interesting lines:
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever"
Book I, 1

"...But there are
Richer entanglements, enthralments far
More self-destroying, leading, by degrees,
To the chief intensity: The crown of these
Is made of love and friendship, and sits high
Upon the forehead of humanity."
Book I, 798-803

"But this is human life: the war, the deeds,
The disappointment, the anxiety,
Imagination's struggles, far and nigh,
All human...
... Where soil is men grow,
Whether to weeds or flowers..."
Book II, 154-57, 160-61

"There, when new wonders ceas'd to float before,
And thoughts of self came on,
How crude and sore the journey homeward to habitual self!"
Book II, 275-77

"And after, straight in that inspired place,
He sang the story up into the air,
Giving it universal freedom."
Book II, 840-42

"Death to human eye: for there did spring
From natural west, and east, and south, and north,
A light as of four sunsets..."
Book II, 881-83

[Timár_Krisztina · Rating 5 out of 5]

Noná, hogy Dan Simmons felbujtására fogtam hozzá ehhez is, ahogy tavaly a Hyperionhoz. Érdekes módon sokkal nehezebben sikerült közel kerülnöm hozzá; első olvasásra annyi volt a benyomásom, hogy gyönyörű, de meg ne kérdezzék, miről szólt. Pedig annyira nem bonyolult – csak hát Keats nem lenne Keats, ha két szóval mondaná el, amit nyolccal is lehet. 

Nem úgy értem, hogy lenne ebben a szövegben bármi fölösleges. Ha valaki egy szótagot ki akarna venni belőle, letörném a kezét. Úgy értem, hogy amiről a szöveg szól, az követelte meg ezt az elfolyó, szétterjedő, a szokottnál is érzékibb stílust. Mégiscsak a Hold uralma alatt játszódnak az események, egy olyan világban, ahol bármi bármivé átalakulhat, minden álombeli vagy látomásos, és mindent mintha víz alatt látnánk.

Részletes értékelés a blogon:
https://gyujtogeto-alkoto.blog.hu/202...

[Richard Paulson · Rating 1 out of 5]

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever." Who looked in my pants!?

If one just thinks of the skill of a poet then one might be impressed as if this were a great work. Lots of works are like this. But skill is one thing and content is another. Also, one should not be lengthy just for the sake of it. He is not speaking of reality and the mentioning of false gods which he does not even believe in has no heart in it. He wanted to achieve something great by writing an "epic poem". But poets should realize a truth which Edgar Poe understood. A single poem can't be as long as this. Edgar Poe was right about what a poem is regarding its length. A poem is a kind of song not a kind of novel.

[Marthe · Rating 4 out of 5]

I rushed through parts of this (who needs 4000+ lines on a maybe five-sentence plot?), but caught more than enough of it to note the clever rhymes and the beautiful emotions and sensations depicted in this epic poem. There are also some cool references to ancient polytheistic cultures! Maybe good for reading in small sections, rather than a book at a time.

[Keerthi Vasishta · Rating 3 out of 5]

Some legendary lines, some sensitive moments and a lot of woe. It's an indulgent epic as Keats himself admitted but still feels impressive for someone who died younger than I am as I write this. Absolute mastery over some aspects of poetic metre but too much woe dulls an otherwise spectacular descriptive style and technique.

[Vince Sheehan · Rating 5 out of 5]

This is a poem worth a great deal of effort to master. And by master I mean to read out loud. If you give it a go, reciting it in manageable chunks (assiduously following the punctuation), I suspect that you will be bowled over by its beauty, as the sound of the words comes back through your ears. A masterpiece of the 19th Century.

[Briseida Alcalá · Rating 5 out of 5]

El poema de John Keats, "Endimión", explora el amor idealizado entrelazando lo eterno con lo efímero. El relato refleja la dualidad de la felicidad y la pena, destacando la belleza y la tristeza inherentes al amor. La música y la palabra se entrelazan en un ciclo eterno de creación sugiriendo que la eternidad se encuentra en la poesía.

https://briseidaalcala.com/2025/02/24...

[Sergi Monfort Ferrer · Rating 3 out of 5]

Este es un poema difícil y he tenido que ayudarme de otras fuentes para entenderlo del todo. Llega a ser farragoso en su evocación, pero que no quepa ninguna duda de que este autor vomitó hasta el último gramo de sus entrañas en este romance épico.

[J. D. Román · Rating 3 out of 5]

Salí exhausto de esta lectura...
No me esperaba tanta complejidad por parte de un poeta tan joven.

Es un libro tan bien escrito que podría considerarlo una obra maestra solo por eso.

Pero hay que tener un poco de paciencia. Lean lento este libro.

[Jordan · Rating 2 out of 5]

Wandering, pathless, confessedly soporific. A young Keats first earnest attempt at Epic. Much in the vein of Shelley’s ‘Alastor’. There are many moving moments and scenic sections, but it comes to little.

[MJD · Rating 5 out of 5]

A nice book to read in the spring.