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Just read “Ode to Psyche” for John Keats’ birthday. Such a visionary. Instead of nature, he wrote about man’s imagination.
"Ode to a Nightingale
http://www.bartleby.com/101/624.html Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:—do I wake or sleep?
Keats-spotting moment this weekend. Funny comic strip in the paper. His birthday is on Halloween. Be sure to read some great poetry and not just fill up on candy!
Demain il pleut: The ancient tradition that the... →
sestraoko: The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell. For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at the tree of life, and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed and appear…
Those who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to...– William Blake (via martadanger)
Sharing Poetry: Emily Dickinson, "Because I could... →
sharingpoetry: Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed…