Ishaé Dunlop

“I want a brighter word than bright”
― John Keats

“You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.”
― John Keats

“My imagination is a monastery, and I am its monk”
― John Keats

“Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

Bright Star”
― John Keats, The Complete Poems