#asthetic things

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked //  tyger tyger, burning bright  // i have done it again.  //  do not go gentle into that good night. //  the sea is calm to-night.  //  let us go then, you and i,  //  april is the cruelest month,  //  pretty women wonder where my secret lies. //  there is a place where the sidewalk ends  // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

two roads diverged in a yellow wood,  //  whose woods these are i think i know  //  let us twain walk aside from the rest;  //  once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,  //  i taught myself to live simply and wisely //  it so happens i am sick of being a man  //  i wandered lonely as a cloud  //  does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  //  o my love is like a red, red rose //  o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;  //  out of the night that covers me,  // it was many and many a year ago, //  you may write me down in history //  do not stand at my grave and weep //  some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. //  hope is the thing with feathers  //  the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,  //  no man is an island,

remember me when i am gone away,  //  i met a traveller from an antique land  //  ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves  // this is thy hour o soul,  //  when we wear the mask that grins and lies, //  death be not proud,  //  and death shall have no dominion.  //  laugh, and the world laughs with you;  //  the art of losing isn’t hard to master;  //  to see a world in a grain of sand  // is there anybody there? said the traveller //  nobody heard him, the dead man, //  that crazed girl improving her music.  //  come to me in the silence of the night;  //  where the mind is without fear and the head is held high  //  when you are old and grey and full of sleep,  //  in flanders’ fields the poppies blow  //  i thought of you and how you love this beauty  //  life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all,  //  if starry space no limit knows

come live with me and be my love,  //   had we but world enough and time,  //  my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense  //  bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art–   //  thou still unravish’d bride of quietness //  how do i love thee? let me count the ways.  //  heaven is what i cannot reach !  //  my dear, my dear, i know  //  in visions of the dark night  //  shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break  //  she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. //  he clasps the crag with crooked hands.