By: JOHN KEATS Standing aloof in giant ignorance, Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades,As one who sits ashore and longs perchance To visit dolphin-coral in deep seas.So thou wast blind;—but then the veil was rent, For Jove uncurtain’d Heaven to let thee live,And Neptune made for thee a spumy tent, And Pan
Read MoreBy: Charles Bukowski there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the averagehuman being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach
I pass by his house,Finding its door open.My beloved stands beside his mother,His siblings all around him.He looks at me as I pass,(But) I alone rejoice.Had his mother known my heart,She would
By: Percy Bysshe Shelley O! there are spirits of the air, And genii of the evening breeze, And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair As star-beams among twilight trees:— Such lovely ministers
Thirty spokes
meet in the hub.
By: Charles Bukowski if it doesn’t come bursting out of youin spite of everything,don’t do it.unless it comes unasked out of yourheart and your mind and your mouthand your gut,don’t do it.if
By: John Donne Twice or thrice had I lov’d thee, Before I knew thy face or name; So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame Angels affect us oft, and worshipp’d
By: Pablo Neruda My dog has died. I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine. Some day I’ll join him right there, but now he’s gone with his