When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
It's one of my favorite poems. I think that's because it explores the strange idea along the lines of death being the thing that can save you. I must admit my perception of the poem is an idea out of an E.M. Forster book, my favorite novelist, and is also the one thing I liked about We Bought A Zoo (see previous post).) So many of my friends work at jobs they hate, date people they don't love, grind away at life as if they had endless days to waste. There's so much pressure on me to grow up (i.e. stop acting and modeling) and take life seriously (i.e. work in a bank/ go to law school/ med school/ ANY professional school), to make more money and earn more accolades but what for and for whom and at what cost? I love what I do, and I always try to remember this is all very fleeting...
Well enough deep thoughts! Here's to prancing around in gardens wearing pretty dresses over the next few days! And please give us a like on facebook if you have a chance. It will help a short play I'm working on be produced. I really value and appreciate the support. Thank you!