Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
John KeatsRead
The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the pain of emotional numbness and the longing for healing.
In this quote by John Keats, the poet expresses a deep sense of emotional struggle and numbness. The lines convey a feeling of helplessness, as the speaker grapples with an inability to feel emotions fully or find solace in healing, illustrating the complex nature of human experience and the yearning for connection and relief from suffering.
In practice
In a discussion about mental health, one might reflect on this quote to emphasize the importance of understanding emotional numbness.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good?
Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in the Letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it β make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me βwrite the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair.
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably
I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
...I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice.
With a changing key, you unlock the house where the snow of whatβs silenced drifts. Just like the blood that bursts from Your eye or mouth or ear, so your key changes. Changing your key changes the word That may drift with flakes. Just like the wind that rebuffs you, Clenched round your word is the snow.
The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of unremembered skies and snows. I think that if I touched the earth, it would crumble; it is so sad and beautiful, so tremulously like a dream.
When I breathe,_x000D_ This sound in my chest_x000D_ Lonelier than the winter wind
Cold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit- An effect, a cosmetic. You smile. No, it is not fatal.
The sky leans on me, me, the one upright among all horizontals.
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