Ode To John Keats

• Arienna Grebert, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2021

So may these pages hold myself inside
The leathered skin of words' identity,
While my heart longs to be the willing bride
Of nothingness and deep existence free;

And whether my soul should rest within stars,
Or my name disappear into the sea,
These leafèd pages be my avatars
To have- to hold- for all eternity.

So feel my presence in amongst these words
And hear my name whispered upon the wind;
Free, Soaring with the mighty Thunderbirds
Until their wings and mine are ever twinned.

Fear not! While death embraces my cold lips
These words no barrier will e'er eclipse