I tell you, I have been on some poetry kick lately.
I am working on some great articles on the effect online social networks have on the mind/psychology for those engaged with it, some different studies done on love (always a popular topic), and even one possible article on some recent studies done on the psychology of the suicidal; incredibly interesting stuff.
In the interim I offer a great poem by the master, John Keats.
I was introduced to him late last year and finally the seed grew to a little sapling in my heart. Maybe one day I will even produce fruit from his grand teaching.
Feast yourselves on this beautiful expression:
I was introduced to him late last year and finally the seed grew to a little sapling in my heart. Maybe one day I will even produce fruit from his grand teaching.
Feast yourselves on this beautiful expression:
'Woman's Constancy' by John Keats
“Now thou hast loved me one whole day,
Tomorrow when thou leav’st, what wilt thou say?
Wilt thou then antedate some new made vow?
Or say that now
We are not just those persons, which we were?
Or, that oaths made in reverential fear
Of love, and his wrath, any may forswear?
Or, as true deaths, true marriages untie,
So lovers’ contracts, images of those,
Bind but till sleep, death’s image, them unloose?
Or, your own end to justify,
For having purposed change, and falsehood, you
Can have no way but falsehood to be true?
Vain lunatic, against these ‘scapes I could
Dispute, and conquer, if I would,
Which I abstain to do,
For by tomorrow, I may think so too.”
“Now thou hast loved me one whole day,
Tomorrow when thou leav’st, what wilt thou say?
Wilt thou then antedate some new made vow?
Or say that now
We are not just those persons, which we were?
Or, that oaths made in reverential fear
Of love, and his wrath, any may forswear?
Or, as true deaths, true marriages untie,
So lovers’ contracts, images of those,
Bind but till sleep, death’s image, them unloose?
Or, your own end to justify,
For having purposed change, and falsehood, you
Can have no way but falsehood to be true?
Vain lunatic, against these ‘scapes I could
Dispute, and conquer, if I would,
Which I abstain to do,
For by tomorrow, I may think so too.”
-John Keats
Talk to you soon my friends.
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