I think for the purposes of this blog, every week I'll post on a different poem that I really enjoy. I hope it doesn't have to be British and from the early 1900's, because I'm pretty random. So until I hear different, I'm just going to do what I like. One of my favorites is Keats, "When I Have Fears".
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleamed my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the nights starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And I think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love; - then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
I love to get lost in the words and then pull back and think about how it makes me feel. I know, totally geeky, but who cares.
