A thing of beauty is a joy for ever. Its loveliness increases. It will never pass into nothingness. But still will keep a bower quite for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health and quiet breathing.
On that little bower of immortal poetry, I share a note, some profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Their I had my birth, I have my life there and shall end there....not with a bursting... more »
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Comments about Jayan Krishnan
To All Contemporary Choppers
No more inside those walls you stay
To pass your time in sleep
Come down from where you waste all day
To gather glee in heap
Awake from dreams and drowsiness
That all your prose bestow
Come down with hope and happiness
I have a heaven to show
Don’t run in first a fifty mile
In second or two feet
And words of you let hearts beguile
By constant fall and beat
O sing like ding dong bells my men
As done by Tennyson
And enter not in Eliot’s den
Where darkness is the fun
So sweet a world, so sweet a world
This singing ...