"A THING OF BEAUTY" from Endymion by John Keats (1795-1821) Considered to be right alongside Lord Byron and Shelley. His brilliant works were only in publication for about four years , before he died of tuberculosis at the young age of 21. One of my favourite poets.(excerpts)
Cordelia
A thing of beauty is a joy forever, its loveliness iccreases, it will never pass into nothingness.
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
On every morrow, are we wreathing a flowery band to bind us to the earth, of noble natures. of the gloomy days.
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall from our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, trees old and young....
For simple sheep, and such are daffodils with the green world they live in....
The mid forest brake, rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms, and such too is the grandeur of the dooms....
We have imagined for the mighty dead; all the lovely tales that we have heard or read.
And endless fountain of immortal drink, pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
Glories infinite haunt us till they become a cheering light unto our souls, and bound to us so fast.
Whether there be shine, or gloom, they always must be with us......
I will trace the story of Endymion. The very music of the name as gone into my being.
Each pleasant scene is growing fresh before me as the green of our own valleys.
While the early budders are just new, and run in mazes of the youngest hue about old forests
As the year grows lush in juicy stalks, I'll smoothly steer my little boat, for many quiet hours, with streams that deepen freshly into bowers.
Many and many a verse I hope to write, before the daisies, rimmed and white hide in deep herbage.
Yet the bees hum about globes of clover and sweet peas................
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With universal tinge of sober gold, be all about me when I make an end....
I send my herald thought into a wilderness.......
There let its trumpet blow...................
Morgan and Spencer
In Greek mythology, Endymion was very handsome Aeolian shepherd, beloved of the goddess Selene.This poem is taken from "JOHN KEATS", anthology, published in 1902 by Collier and Sons.
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Photographs 2019
This year, things that did not bloom for a couple of years, are blooming, things that bloomed a tad, last year, are blooming like they cannot wait..........
MAY DAY (1920) by SARA TEASDALE......
A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air
The smell of wet wild earth
IS EVERYWHERE!
Red small leaves of the maple are clenched like a hand
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand..........
Oh I must pass NOTHING BY
WITHOUT LOVING IT SOOO much,
The grass with my touch.
For I shall see again..........
The world.........
On the first of May
Shining.................
After
The rain.........
"Give all you have been, or could be........."
PHOTOGRAPHS 2019
Cordelia
Bib
Morgan and Spencer
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