#Berührung hat ein #Gedächtnis.
(John #Keats)
#psychotHHerapie #Zitat #Zitate #JohnKeats

https://www.jangoeritz.de/zitate

Painted stories of the Decameron: The pot of basil

https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://eclecticlight.co/2025/12/08/painted-stories-of-the-decameron-the-pot-of-basil/

So here I am

So here I am

– T.S. Eliot, East Coker

while the roof’s fallen in,
now the night’s drawing in
and just look at the stars turning over

– Matt Howard, Silence

https://soundcloud.com/frxgxd/darkness111#t=0:19

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too

– John Keats, To Autumn

I hear the wind shaking the branches as it moves through the trees; suddenly I feel a contact not just with this immediate scene, but with the whole cycle of the seasons, how the wind in winter sounds so muffled, because only the evergreens are responding, but this rich sound will recur, next year and in all subsequent years. I am carried beyond the immediate experience to a sense of the whole cyclical movement of the seasons which is the condition of life on our planet. I am in touch with a movement at a much greater depth, and I rejoice at this connection. I am not talking simply of my knowing the fact that this rustling of the wind in the trees is part of a larger process; or even of my bringing the fact to mind.

Cosmic Connections, by Charles Taylor loc 7219

#autumn #eliot #keats #MattHoward #seasons #taylor

La Belle Dame sans Merci by Sir Francis Bernard Dicksee isn’t just a painting—it’s a story of love, beauty, and betrayal told in color and detail.

I’ve written a personal reflection on why this work still resonates today. If you’ve ever been enchanted (or undone) by beauty, this one’s for you.

Read more: https://www.inspirationdesignresource.com/a-personal-commentary-on-sir-francis-bernard-dicksees-la-belle-dame-sans-merci/

#Art #Romanticism #Keats

"O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest’s done...."

"I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild."

- John Keats, "La Belle Dame sans Merci"
🎨Frank Dicksee

#FolkloreSunday #Mythology #Folklore #Book #Literature #Poetry #Keats #Fairy