Central Idea or theme of the poem height of ridiculous
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The poem A THING OF BEAUTY has a very beautiful concept etched to it.
The poet, John Keats, starts off by saying that any such object or subject of value is always considered beautiful and remains forever in our hearts as a joy... there will never be a moment when it has no value, least to the owner. He also goes on to say that when a person experiences peace and serenity, or at least silence enough to sleep, there is no doubt that he will always have sweet memories and dreams and a sense of blissfulness fills in. Hence we WREATHE a flowery band to bind ourselves to nature or in other words, EARTH. In spite of of the discomfort caused by anger and trauma, which are the very qualities of one's inhuman nature, or even one of those gloomy unhealthy days and ways, our eyes always wander for beauty in all this, and drive away the saddened state. Be it the Sun, the Moon, trees old or young, providing their shade for the sheep, or even daffodils for that matter, each of these wonderful characters of nature provide a sense of satisfaction to the eyes, how the little streams of water make life a little more colourful during summer. The poet also mentions a very beautiful example of leading a perfect life although in between an environment totally opposite of what you're used to and spreading joy. He talks about how MUSK roses , known for their elegance and scent, bloom in the middle of a thick forest, surrounded by tall stereo-type trees all over. Although in a lonely, frightful place, amidst ferns and other dry flowers, the roses represent the will to live anywhere, provided you have the strength. Finally, he goes on to say that when every aspect of life tends to bring you joy, then we should not forget our final phase of life, where we tend to rest forever, DEATH... He says that even the doom are of high grandeur, and so are the lovely tales we have heard or read about it. We must not lose heart, for there is an endless fountain of immortal drink, pouring onto us from the heavens.
The poem A THING OF BEAUTY has a very beautiful concept etched to it.
The poet, John Keats, starts off by saying that any such object or subject of value is always considered beautiful and remains forever in our hearts as a joy... there will never be a moment when it has no value, least to the owner. He also goes on to say that when a person experiences peace and serenity, or at least silence enough to sleep, there is no doubt that he will always have sweet memories and dreams and a sense of blissfulness fills in. Hence we WREATHE a flowery band to bind ourselves to nature or in other words, EARTH. In spite of of the discomfort caused by anger and trauma, which are the very qualities of one's inhuman nature, or even one of those gloomy unhealthy days and ways, our eyes always wander for beauty in all this, and drive away the saddened state. Be it the Sun, the Moon, trees old or young, providing their shade for the sheep, or even daffodils for that matter, each of these wonderful characters of nature provide a sense of satisfaction to the eyes, how the little streams of water make life a little more colourful during summer. The poet also mentions a very beautiful example of leading a perfect life although in between an environment totally opposite of what you're used to and spreading joy. He talks about how MUSK roses , known for their elegance and scent, bloom in the middle of a thick forest, surrounded by tall stereo-type trees all over. Although in a lonely, frightful place, amidst ferns and other dry flowers, the roses represent the will to live anywhere, provided you have the strength. Finally, he goes on to say that when every aspect of life tends to bring you joy, then we should not forget our final phase of life, where we tend to rest forever, DEATH... He says that even the doom are of high grandeur, and so are the lovely tales we have heard or read about it. We must not lose heart, for there is an endless fountain of immortal drink, pouring onto us from the heavens.
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