On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer

Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
  And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
  Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
  That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne;
  Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
  When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
  He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise—
  Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

John Keats (via meganwhalenturner)

My love for this poem is perhaps only equaled by my love for a particular flavour of frozen yogurt (Blackjack Cherry!) by a company that happens to be called Chapman’s, which I discovered when I was catsitting at my friend Moti’s house one day. I ended up eating all of it that was in his freezer. I wrote him this as an apology.

ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN’S YOGURT

Much have I travell’d in the realms of sweets,
And many goodly snacks and dishes seen;
Round many supermarkets have I been
Which hordes of foodies brave to get their eats.
Oft of one sweet delight that nothing beats, 
That deep-bowl’d ice cream, I’d heard praises sung;
Yet did it never much impress my tongue
Till I ate Chapman’s frozen yogurt treats:
Then I felt like some watcher of the pies
When a new flavour rushes his palate;
Or like stout Cortez, when with all his guys
He took a bite of cacao – and the fate
Of snacks he pondered with a wild surmise –
Silent, with a mouthful of chocolate. 

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