From Keats:
“A poet is the most unpoetical thing in existence-because he has no identity.
The setting sun will always set me to rights, and if a sparrow comes before my window, I take part in its existence and pick about the gravel.”
From Keats:
“A poet is the most unpoetical thing in existence-because he has no identity.
The setting sun will always set me to rights, and if a sparrow comes before my window, I take part in its existence and pick about the gravel.”