We overlook everyday beauty dogged by anxiety about the future.
Like as the hart desireth the water brooks, so longeth my soul after thee O God.
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Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
I HAVE desired to go
Where springs not fail,
This anti war poem, written by American poet EE Cummings and published in 1926, is such a perfect specimen of the genre.
Sometimes sad and sometimes not, our stories and our poems, our Green Ladies and our Belles Dames are reflections of our desires and anxieties.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? A reading.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?