My imagination is a monastery, and I am its monk

John Keats

Tag: imagination monastery

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Now you are walking in Paris all alone in the crowd

As herds of bellowing buses drive by

Love's anguish tightens your throat

As if you were never to be loved again

If you lived in the old days you would enter a monastery

You are ashamed when you discover yourself reciting a prayer

You make fun of yourself and like the fire of Hell your laughter crackles

The sparks of your laugh gild the depths of your life

It's a painting hanging in a dark museum

And sometimes you go and look at it close up

Guillaume Apollinaire

Tag: love laughter prayer paris painting laughing city monastery museum crowd praying anguish

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