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@gmjon.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 11:34 AM

One from the back catalogue, published a while back. GM Jon only started in 2025, so a ‘while back’ usually means a few months ago only…

This song came out a year ago. GM Jon music has evolved a fair amount in that time.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZVI...

#LaBelleDameSansMerci #JohnKeats #GMJon

@toptierquotes.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 11:12 AM

“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:”
John Keats, Endymion, Book I (1818)

#TopTierQuotes #JohnKeats #Poetry #Beauty #Joy #Literature #Endymion #RomanticPoetry #ClassicPoetry #EnglishPoetry #Poems #Art #Nature #Inspiration #Reflection #Reading #Books #PoetryLovers #ArtAppreciation #Romanticism

Warm beige Top Tier Quotes card with large dark serif text: “A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:” Below: JOHN KEATS; Endymion · Book I, line 1 · 1818. MINDSET is at the top and the Top Tier Quotes wordmark is at the bottom. No photograph or illustration.
@catsbearsandme.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 5:08 PM

#Poetry
#BlueskyPoetry
#JohnKeats

Bright Star by John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
@txantxangorri1.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 4:23 PM

El tacto tiene memoria.

John Keats

#johnkeats #poetasingleses

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@djp1974.bsky.socialSep 24, 2026, 3:05 PM

Negative capability:
When a man is capable of being in uncertainties,
Mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.

- #JohnKeats

@carmellapoetry.bsky.socialSep 22, 2026, 7:08 PM

LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN
JOHN KEATS
🍻🧜🏻‍♀️🍻

In this poem, Keats wonders if paradise offers anything better than the simple hearty pleasures of a London pub. (The pub in question was The Mermaid Tavern, Cheapside)

#LinesOnTheMermaidTavern
#JohnKeats
#Poets

www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44476/...

@v2melody.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 9:55 AM

A reflective elegy, voiced in music.

New musical poem: "To Sleep" by John Keats

https://v2melody.com/public_poem_details.php?poem_id=314

#suno #AIMusic #AIArt #Poem #JohnKeats

"To Sleep" by John Keats — musical poem on V2Melody
@catsbearsandme.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 3:01 PM

#Poetry
#BlueskyPoetry
#JohnKeats

To Autumn by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,— While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.