Hyperion, A Vision: Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem (John Keats Poems)
CANTO I.Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weaveA paradise for a sect; the savage, too,From forth the loftiest fashion of ...
CANTO I.Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weaveA paradise for a sect; the savage, too,From forth the loftiest fashion of ...
Now that the Summer of Love has become the moss of tunnelsAnd the shadowy mouths of tunnels & all the ...
Through salt marsh, grassy channel where the shark'sA rumor &mdash lean, alongside &mdash rides out boat;For of us off with ...
A mouth. Can blow or breathe, be a funnel, or Hello. A grass blade or a cut. A question seated. And a proud bird's neck. Shallow mitten ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burdenof putting out of mind the biographyof a minor poet of the Southem Hemisphere,to ...
1The meaning of somber and barrenVenetian life is clear to me:Now she looks into a decrepit blue glassWith a cool ...
A card table in the library stands readyTo receive the puzzle which keeps never coming.Daylight shines in or lamplight downUpon ...
Came up that cold sea at Cromer like a running graveBeside him as he struckWildly towards the shore, but the ...
That negligible bit of sand which slidesWithout a sound and settles in the hourglass,And the fleeting impressions on the fleshy-pink,The ...
EROS, what mean'st thou by this? In each of thine hands is an hourglass!What, oh thou frivolous god! twofold thy ...
It is the sinners' dust-tongued bell claps me to churchesWhen, with his torch and hourglass, like a sulpher priest,His beast ...
LOVE, I speak to your heart, Your heart that is always here. Oh draw me deep to its sphere, Though ...
Pick upon pick in the sun at the sea edgethe prisoners sing and longer the raw trenchruns, and the hourglass ...
EROS, what mean'st thou by this? In each of thine hands is an hourglass! What, oh thou frivolous god! twofold ...
HLF, August 8, 1918-August 22, 1997 "Bequeath us to no earthly shore until Is answered in the vortex of our ...
Thoughts and memories Baggage carried for way too long How to shed pain and confusion When so much time has ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
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