❝ When I’m among a blaze of lights,
With tawdry music and cigars
And women dawdling through delights,
And officers in cocktail bars,
Sometimes I think of garden nights
And elm trees nodding at the stars.

I dream of a small firelit room
With yellow candles burning straight,
And glowing pictures in the gloom,
And kindly books that hold me late.
Of things like these I choose to think
When I can never be alone:
Then someone says ‘Another drink?’
And turns my living heart to stone. ❞

— Siegfried Sassoon (via amongablazeoflights)

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❝ Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame. ❞

— W.B. Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire (via nietzsche-was-a-timelord)

11 November 2013 ♥ 39 notes    Reblog    
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arathesane:

T.S. Eliot Reads: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (by tim24frames)

4 November 2013 ♥ 9 notes    Reblog    
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thisbrilliantsky:


Literature Meme — Five Poets — John Keats (3/5)

Although Keats had a liberal education in the boy’s academy at Enfield and trained at Guy’s Hospital to become a surgeon, he had no formal literary education. Yet Keats today is seen as one of the canniest readers, interpreters, questioners, of the “modern” poetic project—which he saw as beginning with William Wordsworth—to create poetry in a world devoid of mythic grandeur, poetry that sought its wonder in the desires and sufferings of the human heart.  [x]

thisbrilliantsky:

Literature Meme Five Poets John Keats (3/5)

Although Keats had a liberal education in the boy’s academy at Enfield and trained at Guy’s Hospital to become a surgeon, he had no formal literary education. Yet Keats today is seen as one of the canniest readers, interpreters, questioners, of the “modern” poetic projectwhich he saw as beginning with William Wordsworth—to create poetry in a world devoid of mythic grandeur, poetry that sought its wonder in the desires and sufferings of the human heart.  [x]

Far more noble: theintrepiduniped: It makes me really happy when my Siegfried Sassoon... ›

theintrepiduniped:

It makes me really happy when my Siegfried Sassoon posts suddenly start getting reblogged again not for the notes but because I love sharing Sassoon with people.

So here you go.


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From you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart,
The substance of my dreams took fire.
You built…

28 October 2013 ♥ 6 notes    Reblog    
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❝ I think of poetry as my shot of whiskey when I don’t have time to savor a whole bottle of wine. ❞

The Boston Globe talks to Alice McDermott, winner of the National Book Award for her novel Charming Billy

Scientists, meanwhile, find that poetry is more like music than like whiskey

Pair with this timeless read on how to enjoy poetry.

(via explore-blog)

23 October 2013 ♥ 327 notes    Reblog    
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o-dysseys:

LITERATURE MEME | 9 poems - (6) the rime of the ancient mariner by samuel taylor coleridge

Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink;Water, water, everywhere,Nor an drop to drink.
read in full here

o-dysseys:

LITERATURE MEME | 9 poems - (6) the rime of the ancient mariner by samuel taylor coleridge

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor an drop to drink.

read in full here

❝ I tell my secret? No indeed, not I;
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows and snows,
And you’re too curious: fie!
You want to hear it? well:
Only, my secret’s mine, and I won’t tell. ❞

Christina Rossetti (via isyouhero)

1 October 2013 ♥ 5 notes    Reblog    
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❝ Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart
Of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants
The way it stops and starts ❞

— Poe, “Terrified Heart” (via martyred)

28 September 2013 ♥ 9,397 notes    Reblog    
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