i need an analysis of sleep and poetry by john keats, to help me understand his other works?

Answer 1

Somewhat more free and adventurous alike in metre and in diction are the two poems, Sleep and Poetry and 'I stood tip-toe,' which Keats wrote after he came back to London in the autumn. These are the things which, together with two or three of the sonnets, give its real distinction and high promise to the volume. Both in substance and intention they are preludes merely, but preludes of genius, and, although marked by many immaturities, as interesting and attractive perhaps as anything which has ever been written by a poet of the same age about his art and his aspirations. In them the ardent novice communes intently with himself on his own hopes and ambitions. Possessed by the thrilling sense that everything in earth and air is full, as it were, of poetry in solution, he has as yet no clearness as to the forms and modes in which these suspended elements will crystallise for him. In Sleep and Poetry he tries to get into shape his conceptions of the end and aim of poetical endeavour, conjures up the difficulties of his task, counts over the new achievement and growing promise of the time in which he lives, and gives thanks for the encouragement by which he has been personally sustained. In 'I stood tip-toe' he runs over the stock of nature-images which are his own private and peculiar delight, traces in various phases and aspects of nature a symbolic affinity, or spiritual identity, with various forms and kinds of poetry; tells how such a strain of verse will call up such and such a range of nature-images, and conversely how this or that group of outdoor delights will inspire this or that mood of poetic invention; and finally goes on to speculate on the moods which first inspired some of the Grecian tales he loves best, and above all the tale of Endymion and Cynthia, the beneficent wonders of whose bridal night he hopes himself one day to retell.

Sleep and Poetry is printed at the end of the volume, 'I stood tip-toe' at the beginning. It is hard to tell which of the two pieces was written first.(27) Sleep and Poetry is the longer and more important, and has more the air of having been composed, so to speak, all of a piece. We know that 'I stood tip-toe' was not finished until the end of December 1816. Sleep and Poetry cannot well have been written later, seeing that the book was published in the first days of the following March, and must therefore have gone to press early in the new year. What seems likeliest is that Sleep and Poetry was written without break during the first freshness of Keats's autumn intimacy at the Hampstead cottage; while 'I stood tip-toe' may have been begun in the summer and resumed at intervals until the year's end. I shall take Sleep and Poetry first and let 'I stood tip-toe' come after, as being the direct and express prelude to the great experiment, Endymion, which was to follow.

The scheme of Sleep and Poetry is to some extent that of The Floure and the Lefe, the pseudo-Chaucerian poem which, as we have seen, had so strongly caught Keats's fancy. Keats takes for his motto lines from that poem telling of a night wakeful but none the less cheerful, and avers that his own poem was the result of just such another night. An opening invocation sets the blessings of sleep above a number of other delightful things which it gives him joy to think of, and recounts the activities of Sleep personified,--'Silent entangler of a beauty's tresses,' etc.,--in lines charming and essentially characteristic, for it is the way of his imagination to be continually discovering active and dynamic qualities in things and to let their passive and inert properties be. But far higher and more precious than the blessings of sleep are those of something else which he will not name:--

Answer 2

Sleep And Poetry Keats

Answer 3

If you would deign to bend the verse of Keats And thereby court the favor of a mob Condemning virtues they won't understand Then you exalt a practice that defeats The greater good, and choose instead to rob The vault of honored Time's immortal song! Is this the very thing that you had planned? Is this the final action that completes Your conquest? If it's that, then I must sob — You've sullied what is pure, and you demand That others laugh with you and yes you long To toss what Time has tested in the bin. To mock what's best in life is wholly wrong Although I'm sure you'll find some other spin.