More Keats for the equinox
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find thee sitting careless on a granary floor, thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind, or on a half reaped furrow sound asleep, drowsed with the fume of poppies while they hook spares the net swath and all its twined flowers. And sometimes, like a gleaner thou DOST keep steady thy laden head across a brook, or by a cider press with patient look, thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring? I where are they?
Rocío (Ro) Christensen
@rocio · 0:18
Wow. That's so beautiful. I need to get into Keats. Thank you for sharing this. And yeah, exactly what you said. I love that little switch. The time passing so beautifully, observing the world around us. I love it. Thank you so much