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The Poems

Directing verse 1: Hyperion

Read this opening to Keats’ poem Hyperion closely, and then imagine you are a film director planning to interpret this poem onscreen. Use the questions in the text boxes to record your ideas for presenting this poem within a scene. To move a text box click and drag it using the cross-arrow on the right-hand side:


49. Hyperion

A Fragment, Book I

DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale           
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,           
Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star,           
Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone,           
Still as the silence round about his lair;                    5
Forest on forest hung about his head           
Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there,           
Not so much life as on a summer’s day           
Robs not one light seed from the feather’d grass,           
But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.                    10
A stream went voiceless by, still deadened more           
By reason of his fallen divinity           
Spreading a shade: the Naiad ’mid her reeds           
Press’d her cold finger closer to her lips.