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my sculpture inspired by two john keats poems, which i grafted lines from each to create this: bright star! would i were steadfast as thou art                    can death be sleep when                    life is but a dream?        not in lone slendour        hung aloft in the night and scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by and watching, with eternal lids apart the transiet pleasures as a vision see the moving waters at their preistlike task and yet we think the greatest pain’s to die of pure ablution round earth’s human shores. how strange it is that a man on earth should roam upon the mountains and the moors his rugged path nor dare he view alone no- yet still steadfast, still unchangeable his future which is but to wake pillowed upon my fair love’s ripening breast to feel forever it’s soft swell and fall awake forever in a sweet unrest still, still to hear her tender taken breath and so live ever- or else swoon to death
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my sculpture inspired by two john keats poems, which i grafted lines from each to create this:

bright star! would i were

steadfast as thou art

                   can death be sleep when

                   life is but a dream?

       not in lone slendour

       hung aloft in the night

and scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by

and watching, with eternal lids apart

the transiet pleasures as a vision see

the moving waters at their preistlike task

and yet we think the greatest pain’s to die

of pure ablution round earth’s human shores.

how strange it is that a man on earth should roam

upon the mountains and the moors

his rugged path nor dare he view alone

no- yet still steadfast, still unchangeable

his future which is but to wake

pillowed upon my fair love’s ripening breast

to feel forever it’s soft swell and fall

awake forever in a sweet unrest

still, still to hear her tender taken breath

and so live ever- or else swoon to death

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