from 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' by John Keats

"Ode To Aribeth..."

A very nice clip.

Is the poet saying that reality is imperfect though? Our lives are incredibly short, but we recognize beauty as something concrete don't we? It's almost like we need it to be our truth. But truth is not as recognizable is it?

Well Debbyski, the poet was Irish?

ll truths wait in all things,

They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it,

They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon.

The insignificant is as big to me as any,

What is less or more than a
touch?

Logic and sermons never convince,

The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.

Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so,

Only what nobody denies is so.

--"Song of Myself," lines 647-655.