greykit.poetry — #solitude
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1875
[edgar-allan-poe]
Alone
From childhood's hour, unable to take his passions from a common spring — the mystery that binds him still drawn from every depth of good and ill, and a demon in the cloud that took the form of a view.
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1868
[walt-whitman]
A Noiseless Patient Spider
A spider on a promontory flinging filament out of itself into vacant space, and the soul doing the same — ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, till the gossamer thread catches somewhere.
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1807
[william-wordsworth]
I wandered lonely as a Cloud
A solitary walk past a host of daffodils on a lake shore becomes, in memory, a source of joy that refreshes the poet on his couch in vacant or pensive mood.
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1681
[andrew-marvell]
The Garden
Green solitude preferred to every human prize: the gods chase mortal beauty only to end up holding a tree, fruit falls into the poet's hands unasked, and the mind withdraws to annihilate all that's made to a green thought in a green shade.