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Much like a grecian urn, the diction used in this poem is archaic. Part of my research time was devoted to defining some of this archaic language. Who would’ve thought a timbrel was a tambourine, a ditty a song, or a brede a braid? It seems like this poem has been around forever.
It was sad discovering how John Keats suffered from TB for most of his life. I found it almost ironic that this poem is about immortality and forever. I think he would’ve been glad to see that even though his life was short, his poem is still around today.
I found an ode to be a form of a lyric poem with three separate parts: strophe, antistrophe, and epiode, but I don’t see/know/understand how these three parts function or which pieces of the poem fall under the separate categories.
Translations of the poem state that Keats is trying to say through this poem that the present is where true beauty is, but I don’t exactly agree with their assertions or with the idea that all beauty is in the present. I think looking beyond the present actually can bring us personal gains. It’s called planning. Ha ha ha. ^_^
