When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be....

Newsflash:

No.1

Today is my first blog feature. I am hosted by the ever gracious, ever fabulous Rhonda at OE Books. I can't wait to see you there, she makes me sound so hot. I just love her.

No.2

All my Book Reviews have moved to my book blog: Fabulosity Reads. Do if you're a writer and want help with publicity, I would love to feature your and if you're a reader on the look out for the hot and fabulous, come on over already........




No. 3

I apologise if I irritate anyone by having the same poem on both blogs today. I haven't posted a poem in far too long. I had to remedy that.

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When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be.......

I have had no time to indulge in my favourite pastime because life and bloggging are giving no room for pause. But when I caught a glimse of a John Keats feature on TV two days ago, that was it. He's decided to stick around in my head,insisting that I no longer ignore him and his contemporaries. So here he is ladies and gentleman. John Keats.

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WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be  

Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,  

Before high pil`d books, in charact'ry,  

Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;  

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,          

Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,  

And feel that I may never live to trace  

Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;  

And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!  

That I shall never look upon thee more,   

Never have relish in the faery power  

Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore  

  Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,  

  Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.