I had assumed that I would age with all my friends growing old around me, dying off very gradually one by one. And here was a plague that cut them off so early.
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.
As if hands were enough To hold an avalanche off. - Thom Gunn
As if hands were enough To hold an avalanche off.
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…
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.
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 …
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.
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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