Tonight gale

Blackout poetry

The original Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats can be found here.

My heart drowsy pains, I had drunk 
dull drains past sunk, envy happy happy 

happiness, that light dry tree plot
of shadows full-throated, a vintage! Cool

a long age in earth, the country dance 
& a beak full of the warm blushful winking 

& purple-stained mouth I might drink 
& leave the world dim, dissolve, leave never 

known, wear the fever, fret where men hear 
each other groan, where gray hairs grow pale 

& die full of leaden-eyed beauty, lustrous eyes, 
new love beyond; I will fly charioted by viewless 

wings, perplex tender night, Queen on her light 
breezes, glooms mossy. I see flowers hang

embalmed, sweet, seasonable grass, thicket 
& fruit-tree, White fast-fading violet eldest 

child, the coming haunt of summer; listen! 
I have been in love with soft names 

in my quiet breath, now more than ever 
to cease midnight art abroad, sing, I have 

ears born for death, hungry generations' voice 
this night was heard by emperor & clown, perhaps 

found a path through tears, alien on the foam 
of seas in lands forlorn. Like a bell myself, fancy 

cheat as she do, deceiving anthem near the still 
stream, buried deep next vision, waking or sleep?