If you have to be a Greek god or goddess, who will bee you?
If you have to be a Greek god or goddess, who will bee you?
LIFE IT REALLY MAKES ME WONDER AS TO WHY WE GET INVOLVED WITH PEOPLE WHO WANT TO BE LAZY AND WHY WE ARE IN LOVE BUT YET NOT IN LOVE. IT IS HARD TO EXPLAIN AS TO WHY I FEEL THIS WAY I JUST DON’T KNOW HOW IT SEEMS THAT I’M GROWING AWAY FROM THE PERSON WHO SAYS THAT HE LOVES ME THE MOST. I THINK THAT IT IS BECAUSE HE HAS BEEN SUCH AN ASS LAITLY I JUST THINK THAT I NEED SOME ITME TO FIGURE OUT WHAT I WANT FOR THIS FAMILY AND FOR THE BOYS THAT I HAVE. I JUST NEED TO SIT AND MEDITATE ON WHAT IT IS THAT I WANT I LOVE A PERSON AND HE KNOWS WHO HE IS. I I FEELAS THOUGH I NEED TO BEE THERE BUT YET I WANT HIM HERE WITH ME TO BE AS A HOLD I JUST DONT UNDERSTAND AS TO WHY IT IS THAT I FEEL THIS WAY MAYBE IT IS THAT THE GODDESS HAS SET THE PATH BEFORE ME AND I HAVE VIERED OFF OF IT AND SHE IS PUTTING ME THROUGH TESTS TO SEE IF I WILL MAKE IT. ON THE OTHER HAND I HAVE ALWAYS WONDERED IF I RELEASED MY TRUE SELF WHAT PEOPLE WOULD THINK.
I KNOW THAT I’M A LOT STRONGER THAN IT SEEMS BUT I KNOW THE I CAN HANDLE THE TRUALS THAT I HAVE STARTED I JUST DON’T KNOW IF THE OTHER PERSON INVOLVE CAN HANDLE IT HTE WAY THAT I WILL PRESENT IT I JUST HOPE THAT HE WON’T BE AS HURT AS I THINK HE WILL BE. IN THE TIME TO COME THE GODDESS WILL GUIDE ME IN THE DIRESTION THAT HE WANTS ME TO BE IN. I SEE THAT I HAVE A CHOICE THAT HAS TO BE MADE AND I DONT KNOW WHICH DIRECTION TO TAKE. THAT I’M LEAVING UP TO THE GODDESS. IN HER WILL IS WHAT I WILL DO SHE HAS TO GUIDE ME AS TO WHAT TO DO.
OTHER WISE I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO. I JUST FEEL SO SMALL WHEN HE TALKS TO ME SOME TIMES. BUT YET WHEN YOU TALK TO ME I FEEL AS THOUGH I’M A PRINCESS OR LIKE I’M ON TOP OF THE WORLD.
IT IS IN THE GODDESSES HANDS.
he is a boyfriend/fancie but he has been rather mean and lazy. some of the little things that he says makes me think that he doesnt trust me like “your going to have someone in our bed tonight” it really makes me want to have another person in bed when he comes home from work. just to see what he would say.
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,
And pardon that thy secrets should be sung
Even into thine own soft-conched ear:
Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I see
The winged Psyche with awaken’d eyes?
I wander’d in a forest thoughtlessly,
And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise,
Saw two fair creatures, couched side by side
In deepest grass, beneath the whisp’ring roof
Of leaves and trembled blossoms, where there ran
A brooklet, scarce espied:
Mid hush’d, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed,
Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian,
They lay calm-breathing, on the bedded grass;
Their arms embraced, and their pinions too;
Their lips touch’d not, but had not bade adieu,
As if disjoined by soft-handed slumber,
And ready still past kisses to outnumber
At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love:
The winged boy I knew;
But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove?
His Psyche true!
O latest born and loveliest vision far
Of all Olympus’ faded hierarchy!
Fairer than Phoebe’s sapphire-region’d star,
Or Vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky;
Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none,
Nor altar heap’d with flowers;
Nor virgin-choir to make delicious moan
Upon the midnight hours;
No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet
From chain-swung censer teeming;
No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat
Of pale-mouth’d prophet dreaming.
O brightest! though too late for antique vows,
Too, too late for the fond believing lyre,
When holy were the haunted forest boughs,
Holy the air, the water, and the fire;
Yet even in these days so far retir’d
From happy pieties, thy lucent fans,
Fluttering among the faint Olympians,
I see, and sing, by my own eyes inspir’d.
So let me be thy choir, and make a moan
Upon the midnight hours;
Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet
From swinged censer teeming;
Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat
Of pale-mouth’d prophet dreaming.
Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane
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-cluster’d trees
Fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep;
And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees,
The moss-lain Dryads shall be lull’d to sleep;
And in the midst of this wide quietness
A rosy sanctuary will I dress
With the wreath’d trellis of a working brain,
With buds, and bells, and stars without a name,
With all the gardener Fancy e’er could feign,
Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same:
And there shall be for thee all soft delight
That shadowy thought can win,
A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,
To let the warm Love in!
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Tagged goddess, john keats, O Goddess, ODE, ode to psyche, opinion, poem, PSYCHE
If you have to be a Greek god or goddess, who will bee you?
LIFE IT REALLY MAKES ME WONDER AS TO WHY WE GET INVOLVED WITH PEOPLE WHO WANT TO BE LAZY AND WHY WE ARE IN LOVE BUT YET NOT IN LOVE. IT IS HARD TO EXPLAIN AS TO WHY I FEEL THIS WAY I JUST DON’T KNOW HOW IT SEEMS THAT I’M GROWING AWAY FROM THE PERSON WHO SAYS THAT HE LOVES ME THE MOST. I THINK THAT IT IS BECAUSE HE HAS BEEN SUCH AN ASS LAITLY I JUST THINK THAT I NEED SOME ITME TO FIGURE OUT WHAT I WANT FOR THIS FAMILY AND FOR THE BOYS THAT I HAVE. I JUST NEED TO SIT AND MEDITATE ON WHAT IT IS THAT I WANT I LOVE A PERSON AND HE KNOWS WHO HE IS. I I FEELAS THOUGH I NEED TO BEE THERE BUT YET I WANT HIM HERE WITH ME TO BE AS A HOLD I JUST DONT UNDERSTAND AS TO WHY IT IS THAT I FEEL THIS WAY MAYBE IT IS THAT THE GODDESS HAS SET THE PATH BEFORE ME AND I HAVE VIERED OFF OF IT AND SHE IS PUTTING ME THROUGH TESTS TO SEE IF I WILL MAKE IT. ON THE OTHER HAND I HAVE ALWAYS WONDERED IF I RELEASED MY TRUE SELF WHAT PEOPLE WOULD THINK.
I KNOW THAT I’M A LOT STRONGER THAN IT SEEMS BUT I KNOW THE I CAN HANDLE THE TRUALS THAT I HAVE STARTED I JUST DON’T KNOW IF THE OTHER PERSON INVOLVE CAN HANDLE IT HTE WAY THAT I WILL PRESENT IT I JUST HOPE THAT HE WON’T BE AS HURT AS I THINK HE WILL BE. IN THE TIME TO COME THE GODDESS WILL GUIDE ME IN THE DIRESTION THAT HE WANTS ME TO BE IN. I SEE THAT I HAVE A CHOICE THAT HAS TO BE MADE AND I DONT KNOW WHICH DIRECTION TO TAKE. THAT I’M LEAVING UP TO THE GODDESS. IN HER WILL IS WHAT I WILL DO SHE HAS TO GUIDE ME AS TO WHAT TO DO.
OTHER WISE I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO. I JUST FEEL SO SMALL WHEN HE TALKS TO ME SOME TIMES. BUT YET WHEN YOU TALK TO ME I FEEL AS THOUGH I’M A PRINCESS OR LIKE I’M ON TOP OF THE WORLD.
IT IS IN THE GODDESSES HANDS.
he is a boyfriend/fancie but he has been rather mean and lazy. some of the little things that he says makes me think that he doesnt trust me like “your going to have someone in our bed tonight” it really makes me want to have another person in bed when he comes home from work. just to see what he would say.