“Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose…”

Ernst Halberstadt, “Faneuil Square Outdoor Market” (1973)

No, no, go not to Lethe…

But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies…

—Keats, Ode on Melancholy
 
NAMI: National Alliance on Mental Illness – Suicide Prevention Awareness Month

 

“Writing” – Elton John

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