Thursday, June 21, 2007

KEATS (my main man)

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,

Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,

Sylvan historian, who canst thus express

A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:

What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape

Of deities or mortals, or of both,

In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?

What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?

What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?

What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?


Mandeep said...

Nice. I like the new page. Good to put a face to the name :)

jack said...

:) took great courage, i am very shy about my looks. i was just about to take it off,then saw your comment, but maybe i will leave it for now.

Mandeep said...

Yes, it can be a little scary putting yourself out there for the world to see. You should do whatever makes you comfortable. I find that blog writers tend to be more honest and speak from their heart, if they remain anonymous.

Enemy of the Republic said...

One of the best by Keats.

Rob said...

Thanks for your comment eotr, i apretiate it, good to know another keats fan! :)