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My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

John Keats

And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
JOHN KEATS

Art Bed Flower Head Myself
Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
JOHN KEATS

Bliss End Kiss Soft Vow
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
JOHN KEATS

Imagination Monk Myself Temple
I don’t need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever.
JOHN KEATS

Myself Need Night Shine Stars Yourself
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
JOHN KEATS

Man Poet Power Talk
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Summer Wind
Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine – Unweave a rainbow.
JOHN KEATS

Angel Line Myself Mystery Philosophy Rule Wings
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
JOHN KEATS

Gratitude Kiss Rose Run Wind
We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
JOHN KEATS

Feeling Full Poet Reading Writing
Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
JOHN KEATS

Greatness Work
To silence gossip, don’t repeat it.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Repeat Silence
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Existence Imagination Truth
Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?
JOHN KEATS

Freedom Kill Liberty Love Memories Talk Touch
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Queen Secret
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
JOHN KEATS

Leaving Natural Poetry Tree
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?
JOHN KEATS

Heart Love Moon Move Myself Yourself

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

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