O! were I One of the Olympian Twelve

O! were I One of the Olympian Twelve

The poem expresses a longing for divine intervention in the pursuit of beauty and love. The speaker imagines being one of the twelve Olympian gods, wishing to enact a law that rewards the labor of love with tangible benefits. Each effort made by a lover in pursuit of beauty should enhance the beloved's physical attributes, making her hand softer and her complexion fairer. The speaker envisions a world where every hardship endured in the name of love is met with a corresponding reward—a kiss blossoming from the trials faced, enriching the experience of love. The poem continues to explore the relationship between toil and reward, emphasizing the transformative power of love. The speaker desires a system where love is not only an emotional experience but also a physical one, where the beauty of the beloved is directly linked to the lover's efforts. This idealized vision reflects a deep yearning for a harmonious connection between love, beauty, and the rewards of dedication. As the poem progresses, the speaker's thoughts delve into the nature of love itself, contemplating its complexities and the sacrifices it demands. The imagery of nature and growth is prevalent, suggesting that love, like a plant, requires nurturing and care to flourish. The speaker's desire for divine law underscores a belief in the fairness of love, where effort is met with beauty and affection. The poem ultimately serves as a meditation on the interplay between desire, effort, and the rewards of love. It captures the essence of romantic longing, portraying love as a journey filled with challenges that should yield beautiful outcomes. The speaker's wish for divine endorsement of this principle highlights the universal human desire for love to be both rewarding and transformative.

By John Keats · First published 1819 · Genre: Romantic Poetry, Lyric Poetry, Mythological Poetry · 115 words

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O! were I one of the Olympian twelve, Their godships should pass this into a law, --

That when a man doth set himself in toil After some beauty veiled far away, Each step he took should make his lady's hand More soft, more white, and her fair cheek more fair:

And for each briar-berry he might eat, A kiss should bud upon the tree of love, And pulp and ripen richer every hour, To melt away upon the traveller's lips.

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Poem · Ode · Greek Mythology · Classical Allusion · Mortality · Beauty · Transience · Ephemerality · Impermanence · Fleeting Nature · Human Condition · Existential Crisis

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