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 romanceAnd 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

9 comments:

ziGGi said...

was it a starry starry night or something?
(:

ziGGi said...

first here as well

where is everyone?

Christopher said...

Sorry. Just come out of hiding. Keats plus van Gogh, always a winner. Wonderful juxtapositions. What a sensibility you have for these things.

Dave said...

I can never look at them without hearing Don McLean.

I, Like The View said...

me neither, Dave

(-;

Christopher I watched a programme on the televisualbox. . . apparently when van G lived in London he was very much into Keats

so when I read when I behold, upon the night's starr'd face as well as quite naturaly humming along in my head, I wondered whether Vincent remembered the verse when he painted the picture

ZiggZ I was at the orthodontist with Mini-Teen (overcrowded mouth = 4 teeth out now + 2 x traintracks; then later the possibilty of four more teeth out - such a shame, not a filling in one of them!!)

ZiggZ I was thinking of stringing the fairy lights up in a criss-cross pattern across the top of the courtyard - then I'd have twinkly things even if it were cloudy

(-:

haven't got a drill or rawlplugs or screws to attached the wire to the brickwork tho. . .

)-:

Dave said...

I have. If only you lived around the corner.

I, Like The View said...

indeed

X

Mel said...

Well shoot--when you're fixing the bricks--drill and afix the screws!

And I'm in really good company with the humming stuff, I see.

I do hope you know how wonderful the two fit. :-)

mig said...

Humming along with the rest of you. (For once I don't need the link:)
Lovely coupling of two cultural giants.
(very young giants, I was quite taken aback to learn that Van Gogh was 37 when he died and Keats only 25! So sad.)