wordsworth fucking sucks yall
2005-03-21

Here's something lovely and charming to cheer up/depress you as the case may be. You can never tell with poetry. Anyway here's what the Guardian in all its mighty wisdom picked for me:

When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be

WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact'ry,
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.

John Keats (1795 - 1821)

It's sad because my first thought was that it was good it was Keats, because he isn't Wordsworth and because he's mentioned in "Cemetary Gates."