Since it's the start of the Holy Week, I thought I'd share this poem I encountered while I was watching this 90's Matt Damon-Brendan Fraser movie.
I thought John Keats wrote poems that were difficult to understand but this one's pretty easy to understand.
The theme is quite fitting for this season of contemplation.
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On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
BY JOHN KEATS
My spirit is too weak—mortality
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,
And each imagined pinnacle and steep
Of godlike hardship tells me I must die
Like a sick eagle looking at the sky.
Yet ’tis a gentle luxury to weep
That I have not the cloudy winds to keep
Fresh for the opening of the morning’s eye.
Such dim-conceived glories of the brain
Bring round the heart an undescribable feud;
So do these wonders a most dizzy pain,
That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude
Wasting of old time—with a billowy main—
A sun—a shadow of a magnitude.
