Much that is natural, to the will must yield. Men manufacture both machine and soul, And use what they imperfectly control To dare a future from the taken routes.
We learned in the university to consider Wordsworth and Keats as Romantics. They were only a generation apart, but Wordsworth didn't even read Keats'… - Thom Gunn
We learned in the university to consider Wordsworth and Keats as Romantics. They were only a generation apart, but Wordsworth didn't even read Keats'…
- Thom Gunn
We control the content of our dreams. - Thom Gunn
We control the content of our dreams.
My thoughts are crowded with death and it draws so oddly on the sexual that I am confused to be attracted by, in effect, my own annihilation. - Thom Gunn
My thoughts are crowded with death and it draws so oddly on the sexual that I am confused to be attracted by, in effect, my own annihilation.
I deliberately decided to write a kind of guide to leather bars for straight people, for people not into leather, so that people could see what it wa… - Thom Gunn
I deliberately decided to write a kind of guide to leather bars for straight people, for people not into leather, so that people could see what it wa…
I don't know how to sit outside myself and test against a hypothetical self who stayed home. - Thom Gunn
I don't know how to sit outside myself and test against a hypothetical self who stayed home.
Much that is natural, to the will must yield. Men manufacture both machine and soul, And use what they imperfectly control To dare a future from the … - Thom Gunn
Much that is natural, to the will must yield. Men manufacture both machine and soul, And use what they imperfectly control To dare a future from the …
As if hands were enough To hold an avalanche off. - Thom Gunn
As if hands were enough To hold an avalanche off.
As humans we look at things and think about what we've looked at. We treasure it in a kind of private art gallery. - Thom Gunn
As humans we look at things and think about what we've looked at. We treasure it in a kind of private art gallery.
Direct me gods, whose changes are all holy, To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly. - Thom Gunn
Direct me gods, whose changes are all holy, To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly.
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