January 5, 2011

“I scarcely remember counting upon any Happiness—I look not for it if it be not in the present hour—nothing startles me beyond the Moment. The setting Sun will always set me to rights—or if a Sparrow come before my Window I take part in its existence and pick about the Gravel.”

My very ownest Keats in a letter to Benjamin Bailey dated Saturday, 22 Nov., 1817. The Letters of John Keats, 3rd ed., ed. Maurice Buxton Forman, London: Oxford UP, 1948: 69.

.via Hitched Hiker.

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2 Responses to “”

  1. dreadlockandload Says:

    I did like your book and i do like your blog. Please keep writing? And dreaming.

    All that and a bag of potato chips.
    kate

    • lucyshena Says:

      Thanks pet, that’s really sweet. 🙂

      Gosh, I could murder a packet of potato chips! I’ll have to buy some tomorrow!


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