“Westward on the high-hilled plains Where for me the world began, Still, I think, in newer veins Frets the changeless blood of man. ... There, when hueless is the west And the darkness hushes wide, Where the lad lies down to rest Stands the troubled dream beside. There, on thoughts that once were mine, Day looks down the eastern steep, And the youth at morning shine Makes the vow he will not keep.”
A Shropshire Lad is a volume of poetry that delves into the rustic charm and natural beauty of Shropshire, capturing the essence of rural life through a series of poignant and reflective verses. The poems explore themes of love, longing, and the passage of time, offering a vivid portrayal of the English countryside and its inhabitants. The work is known for its evocative imagery and emotional depth, showcasing the author's appreciation for the simplicity and beauty of rural existence. more
“The sleep he went back to was never the one he left.”
“If people don’t sleep with me I just rape them. Because right is not given but taken.”
“Never lose sleep over someone who is not worth staying awake for.”