Lápide John Keats

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Lápide John Keats

Image by leandrodemori

Song (John Keats, 1795-1821)

Image by jinterwas
I had a dove and the sweet dove died
and I have thought it died of grieving
o, what could it grieve for? it’s feed were tied,
with a silken thread of my own hands weaving
sweet little red feet! why should you die –
why should you leave me, sweet bird, why? –
you lived alone in the forest-tree
why, pretty thing, would you not live with me?
I kiss’d you oft and gave you white peas;
why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?

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Made for EXPLORE Worthy, Playing with Textures #16 – Jinterwas
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Also created for dA Stock Users Gallery Challenge #12 ~ A Darker Alice
Challenge image ~ Model with thanks to kime-stock

Also thanks to
robertbonnin for the tree
kaptain kobold for the dead pigeon
moondustdreams for the star brushes
tutbrush.com for the pigeon brushes


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Shard from John Keats House

Image by Matt From London


Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love’s ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon in death. 1819