Thursday, 2 August 2012

The Thursday Poem

Young Woman Reading by a Window - Delphin Enjolras


From: Endymion
Book 1

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases, it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery hand to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made of our searching; yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.

John Keats
(31st October 1795 - 23rd February 1821)

from the book: Poem for the Day One

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