O Percy, how I love thee

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"A poet is a nightingale,
who sits in darkness and
sings to cheer its own
solitude with sweet sounds."

~Percy Bysshe Shelley

Today is my birthday...

...but that is not the most important thing.. What's important is that I share my birthday with Percy Bysshe Shelley, the great Romantic poet! (Yes, he was married to Mary Shelley.) He was the subject of an essay I wrote in my college Romantic Poets class, which I believe was titled "Percy Bysshe Shelley - the Dark Romantic." I wish I had that essay with me.

If you have some time, I urge you to read "To a Skylark." This is my favorite stanza:

We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

*le sigh*

Happy birthday Percy!!!

And me too :)