sábado, 8 de diciembre de 2007

I have been reading Keats lately... it helps

But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on hte wealth of globèd peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep unpon her peerless eyes.

3 comentarios:

..::Hurt::.. dijo...

Back there in Ireland nobody can write a single line without considering Yeats or Joyce. Nobody at our beloved school, believe me, dares to give a class without remembering his ways. . .

We will be living as long as we remember him, his kingdom.

Me retumba la escena de Linares con la voz quebrada.

vampiro azucarado dijo...

"hay golpes tan duros en la vida, yo no se..." (its hard to say something when the words aren't enough to express...May be reading poetry helps...may be).

Nigel with the brie dijo...

Life is but a dream...

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