love your city

pleasure x pain
November 14, 2009, 10:09
Filed under: floetry, trill | Tags: ,

i just read a bunch of keats’ poems to find something to go with this picture. god, he uses such pretty words. here is a portion of ‘ode on melancholy,’ the full version of which you can find here.

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
Veil’d 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.


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