F. SCOTT FITZGERALD READS JOHN KEATS’ ‘ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE’


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Today’s needull for my poet friend.

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness, –
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

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Luke Neima — Granta

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