
I married Father Xmas
For a Vivid New Year
Please don’t come back, men
Don’t marry a pen
Reason’s Creaking
Treason Beating
Easy pleasing
Measles Sleeping
A Happy New Liar
I married Father Xmas
For a Vivid New Year
Please don’t come back, men
Don’t marry a pen
Reason’s Creaking
Treason Beating
Easy pleasing
Measles Sleeping
A Happy New Liar
http://www.john-keats.com/briefe/190218.htm
Extract from a Keats’ letter
When Man has arrived at a certain ripeness in intellect any one grand and spiritual passage serves him as a starting-post towards all ‘the two-and-thirty Palaces.’ How happy is such a voyage of concentration, what delicious diligent Indolence! …Nor will this sparing touch of noble Books be any irreverence to their Writers – for perhaps the honors paid by Man to Man are trifles in comparison to the Benefit done by great works to the ‘spirit and pulse of good’ by their mere passive existence. Memory should not be called Knowledge – Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by Custom. Now it appears to me that almost any Man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy Citadel – the points of leaves and twigs on thich the spider begins her work are few, and she fills the air with a beautiful ciruitin
This is my last chilling testament
Have you any hit list?
Don’t be so crude
Why blot?
It is water risible
So what will you leave for me?
Are you praying?
Why?
Ours but to know and cry
Um
The sun is bright and golden though it’s low
To the dead it cannot life bestow
But seeds are resting in the fertile earth
Waiting for the moment of new
birth
In the near dead time of winter chill
Have faith and hope but also we need will