Une rapide définition de wikipédia pour ceux et celles qui ne connaissent pas ce poète :
"John Keats, poète romantique anglais, né le 31 octobre 1795 à Finsbury Pavement, près de Londres, mort à Rome de la tuberculose le 24 février 1821 est un des poètes les plus importants de sa génération."
Pour aller voir la fiche complète c'est ici : http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Keats
Enfin le premier paragraphe du livre I d'Endymion
A THING of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
’Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.
PS : j'essaierais de mettre la traduction un peu plus tard
