I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill’s side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. — John Keats, from “La Belle Dame… Continue reading John Keats
I never dreamed the sea so deep, The earth so dark; so long my sleep, I have become another child. I wake to see the world go wild. — Allen Ginsberg, from “An Eastern Ballad,” Collected Poems 1947-1980. (Harper Perennial; Reprint edition June 7, 1988) Originally published 1984.