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If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.

John Keats

The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
JOHN KEATS

Feeling Healing
Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by custom!
JOHN KEATS

Mindset Original Thinking
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Breathe Dreams Health Joy Love Quiet Sleep
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
JOHN KEATS

Gratitude Kiss Rose Run Wind
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
JOHN KEATS

Happiness Live Love Myself Relationship Summer Yourself
Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
JOHN KEATS

Fair Joy Love Rest
I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.
JOHN KEATS

Choice Despair Energy Myself
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
JOHN KEATS

Beyond Dreams Hope Shadow
The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
JOHN KEATS

Art Beautiful Excellence Intense Relationship Truth
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
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.
JOHN KEATS

Music Stability World Yourself
Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?
JOHN KEATS

Bright Listening Moon Night Stars Talk Time
Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.
JOHN KEATS

Better Human Nature View
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
JOHN KEATS

Kiss Romance Yourself
And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
JOHN KEATS

Each Other Eyes Kiss Love Relationship
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.
JOHN KEATS

Affection Heart Holy Imagination Myself Truth

If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.

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