Ode to John Keats
Several days after having read "Ode on a Grecian Urn."
John Keats nudged my shoulder this morning softly;
I grumbled about the hour and looked out the window
at the sun that was barely up. “Come on, John, give
me five more minutes.” He just said “no” in a whisper,
flicked on my bedroom light, and walked away.
“Jesus Christ, John,” I said to him as I stepped barefoot
and sleepy down the stairs, “why are you such a bother?”
He just shrugged and kept on eating his cereal.
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lol. Yeah that's kind of how I felt after having to read "Ode On a Grecian Urn." (I do really like Keats tho just not that poem in particular).
It feels like you should add more lines to the last stanza since the other one is so long. Other than that you really capture the feeling of reading Ode On a Grecian Urn - like getting woken up in the morning when you just want to sleep.