I am not a big fan of cutting and pasting poems from the internet but in light of my poem The Bard of Barnsley I am compelled to share with you the most beautiful poem in the world in my opinion.
Should I be lucky enough to write until my dying day I know I will never write anything as magnificent as this poem. In fact if I we only allowed to write one poem in my entire lifetime on this tawdry spinning lump of dirt I would do well to come within a thousand years of such enormity.
I give to you John Keats poem: Bright Star
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art –
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors –
No – yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever – or else swoon to death.