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The decoration of this piece of calligraphy, a quote from John Keats' "Fall of Hyperion", may appear nonsensical, but the individual images were chosen with the recipient in mind.
Each holds significance for her.
Each holds significance for her.
John Keats "The Fall of Hyperion" Extract, Arches 140lb Cold Press, Ink and Watercolour
Fanatics have their dreams wherewith they weave
A paradise for a sect, the savage too
From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep
Guesses at Heaven; pity these have not
Traced upon vellum or wild Indian leaf,
The shadows of melodious utterance.
But bare of laurel they live, dream, and die;
For Poesy alone can tell her dreams,
With the fine spell of words alone can save
Imagination from the sable chain
And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say
"Thou art no Poet-may'st not tell thy dreams"?
Since every man whose soul is not a clod
Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved
And been well nurtured in his mother tongue.
John Keats
The Fall of Hyperion, A Dream, Canto 1