kamila gutierrez’s Reviews > The Making of Poetry: Coleridge, the Wordsworths and Their Year of Marvels > Status Update

honestly kind of bored of this book

moonlight and sunlight are the poetry of nature!

“oh! then what soul was bud when on the tops in the high mountains beheld the sun, ride up and bathe the world in light. he looked.”

from heart to heaven!

hm

adam nicolson has pulled out the thesaurus

“Love transforms the souls into conformity with the object loved.”

i love walking

“Love surely hath been breathing here; And this sweet bee of heath, my dear! Swells up, then sinks with faint caress, As if to have you yet more near.”
- Coleridge, Love Lost and Love Never to Be Had

it is the simmering of a presence which bears the same relationship to the future as a memory does to the past.