Keats Nightingale

Keats’ Nightingale The romantic poets were too early to postulate total atheism, And so freshened up the church by aligning god with nature, And I believe they had a preference for nature over god or theism, Because they never posit him as social with high, tall stature. Keats says that the nightingale exemplifies nature as active, As bestowing upon all human beings meaning, sense and worth, Since the bird’s song objectifies how nature truly is effective, Fulfilled by happiness, and aimed at contentment and rebirth. Nature triggers in us thoughts and words to settle and allure, Offers us our language to dispel pain and find the cure, And Keats contends that poetry, the credibility of its form, Epitomises what nature proffers, a receptacle rather warm. When you feel awkwardly suicidal with nowhere else to turn, Nature lullabies you into your own sense, one you can rip and burn; No controlled access freeways, no road signs for your safety, Only soft, quiet communication that's never guilty of brevity. Just as nature is beautiful, so Keats claims people as beautiful too, As he uses the word beauty right in the middle of his nature exposé; He referred to flora, the moon, the stars, the forest and what seems true, Tnat song of the nightingale that's for anyone, as this bird is not choosey. He suggests that light or positivity in nature means movement, That the soft breeze dispels the gloom and mossy pavement; Quantum physics does reduce matter back down to interactive particles, In which kinetic energy can be mistaken for minuscule, motionless articles. His mentor is the nightingale as part of nature’s whole, No minister or clergyman to advise him on his soul, Stillness and bird song scent his poisoned air surrounding, And it is all but for the silence of that beauteous music, astounding. Nature does not irritate him when he surmises and introspects, But upholds itself in majestic grandeur with unquestionable prospects; It speaks about life, your life, your daily happenings and exotic dreams, And forever exists for us when sense is just not within our means.