Last year (I think?) I watched this movie about the life of John Keats. He's famous for his love poems. It was a sad story about his short life, but lovely at the same time. So naturally when I flicked through this book, I wanted to read his poems first. And I found something amazing! The idea behind the title of my blog? Branches of thought? Documented in the literary world! See this extract from "Ode to Psyche" by John Keats.
In some untrodden region of my mind,
Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain,
Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind:
Far, far around shall those dark-clustered trees
Fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep;
And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees,
The moss-lain Dryads shall be lulled to sleep;
It's so beautiful <3
It's so awesome to think I have something in common with him, some little strand of similarity in the way our minds work :)
I've added a new verse to my poem "Rain" and changed the last line of the first verse...I never did like it much. I think this new verse brings more of a conclusion to the poem, something I was trying to achieve with the line "her mind begins to stray" but I guess the "begins" rules that outcome out. Anyway here it is!
Rain
Looking out the window,
At the softness of the rain,
She sees the sky turn dark grey,
And journeys down the lane
An insignificant little drop,
Can signify much more,
A memory of a time, a place
On which life has shut its door
The swishing of the wipers,
Moves the drops away,
And against the pace of modern life,
Her mind begins to stray
The ringing of the bell,
Brings all thoughts to a halt,
She needs to let them go,
And throw the key to their vault
Thanks for reading!
Sara <3
