From the Hymn of Empedocles

We overlook everyday beauty dogged by anxiety about the future.

Psalm 42- Where is Now Thy God?

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,

For Eleanor.

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?

A Reading