When i have fears

John Keats

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And 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.

lonliness

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i've been thinking about how to fight lonliness.

i believe in living joy

brendan came up to lowell and got a taste of the alley before and after attending a mass cultural council poetry event. lstening to all of those well-tended words was healing. and hearing them they way the poets intended. michael hoeerman (a fellow ozarkian) was there and read his work. the reading made my brain breathe a bit. i stuff so many visual in there and they never have a chance to breathe- it's as if the words kind of pryed them loose. the title of this entry comes from a poem by maria luisa arroyo.