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Reworking Keats’ Ode on Melancholy

By Madeline Harding


Glut your sorrow.


Look on my face with those doleful eyes

Only I have seen.


This is the ultimate intimacy;

It seems as though your sadness was made for solely me.


Indulge your melancholia.


Embrace me tight.

I will wrap my arms around you to show you it’s alright.


Not only I but the sky cries with you

As she makes her mournful music when pattering on the ground.


Do not suffocate that noise,

or suppress your woeful cries;


For with it you will kill your senses

And they’re what make you alive.

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Nighttime poem

By Madeline Harding


Tonight my sadness has a sound,

It seems to fill my nose and mouth,

Seeping in and drowning out,

The world as it’s known to be.


Darkness wears me like a shroud,

Soaked and wet it pulls me down.

To my feelings I am bound.


I want to get back to me.