Night To Remember
Entry by: Godai41
13th November 2015
The Night to Remember
a sonnet composed by The—not a -- night in gale
commemorated in Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale”
First, I-- no, first, middle, and last--reject
your impolite, defaming, brutal name
you heaved on me a year before, in fame
but ill, you left for Rome. Now I eject
the trivial “a” you thrust on me, and set
the ancient record right: it’s you I blame,
you alone, for filling me with shame-
as one of many, “a,” blocking the fête
embroidered in my rightly given “the.”
1819 painstakingly I built
a nest, not so you could compose “a” poem
in just one day to ane “night,” not me.
You wrote your longest ode not to “a” Milt
or Tom or Will: to me, “the” sole, night tome.
a sonnet composed by The—not a -- night in gale
commemorated in Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale”
First, I-- no, first, middle, and last--reject
your impolite, defaming, brutal name
you heaved on me a year before, in fame
but ill, you left for Rome. Now I eject
the trivial “a” you thrust on me, and set
the ancient record right: it’s you I blame,
you alone, for filling me with shame-
as one of many, “a,” blocking the fête
embroidered in my rightly given “the.”
1819 painstakingly I built
a nest, not so you could compose “a” poem
in just one day to ane “night,” not me.
You wrote your longest ode not to “a” Milt
or Tom or Will: to me, “the” sole, night tome.