A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
John KeatsTo Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me, and so kind.
John KeatsA poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore; itโs to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out. It is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery.
John Keats