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Ode on Melancholy - John Keats Dream - Raven Ghostroo |
I had this thought a while ago,
`My darling cannot understand,
What I have done, or what would do,
In this blind bitter land.'
And I grew weary of the sun,
Until my thoughts cleared up again,
Remembering that the best I have done,
Was done to make it plain.
That every year I have cried `At length,
My darling understands it all,
Because I have come into my strength,
And words obey my call.'
That had she done so who can say,
What would have shaken from the sieve?
I might have thrown poor words away,
And been content to live.
- W.B.Yeats
No,no! go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissed
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of glob'ed peones;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veiled Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine:
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
- John Keats
Love can be elusive
Though not as difficult it seems
As catching water in your fingers
Or letting warm light stream
Through a sadly darkened hallway
Of a long abandoned soul
When we only seek a way
Out of the yawning, lonely hole
Away from all these terrors
There is a warm and friendly scene
Protected with smoke and mirrors
By the Master of the Dream.
Love is incandescent
Burning down the shadowed webs
Of the spiders of old business
Whose ghastly husks are sent
Back in our dreams to often haunt us
When we dearly crave surcease
So then we seek Lord Morpheus
And create a separate peace
Then the two cards of the Tarot
The Priestess and the Fool
Are transfixed by the arrow
Of love's eternal rule.
-Raven Ghostroo
Stay Tuned. There's much much more to come.
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