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Ode to psyche



Ode to psyche is a poem by John Keats. In it he addresses psyche (Female goddess and wife of cupid) like he is talking with her face to face.

In first stanza Keats describes his vision or dream in which he finds psyche and her lover Eros (another name of cupid) laying in grass beneath whispering leaves. He says that psyche is soul and Eros is body and they together are laying in the heart of nature. Poet tells that he knew the winged boy but asks who the girl is? And he answers himself that she was psyche.

In second and third stanza Keats describes psyche as the youngest and most beautiful of all the Olympian gods and goddesses. He says psyche has no worshippers, no temples, no altars, no choir to sing for her, because she arrived very late. But poet says that he will become her summer, music and oracle. He will build temple on a place where no one has been ever come and he will become priest of that temple. The place surrounded by thought that resemble the beauty of nature and imagination.

At last poet promises psyche that he will keep windows open at night that her winged boy can come to meet her.

So, in this poem we can see myth, world of imagination and glorification of love.



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