keats and yeats are on your side
December 5th, 2007 by herichon
so we go inside
and we gravely read the stones –
all those people, all those lives
where are they now?
- I see a schoolboy when I think of him,
With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window,
For certainly he sank into his grave
His senses and his heart unsatisfied,
And made – being poor, ailing and ignorant,
Shut out from all the luxury of the world,
The coarse-bred son of a livery-stable keeper –
Luxuriant song.
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation
and go to the grave with the song still in them.
-
morrissey, yeats (on keats), thoreau
that is beautiful.
what’s so appealingly magnificent about quiet desperation? stoic to the end, and in the end, quiet.