Posted on March 30, 2008 - by rdilipk1

On a Poet’s Lips I Slept

P.B.Shelley has been one of my alltime favorite poets. His poems carried a touching meaning in it and was an easy read and understand. “On a Poet’’s Lips I Slept” he talks about how a poet gives birth to his creations from nothing.’, ‘On a poet’’s lips I slept
Dreaming like a love-adept
In the sound his breathing kept;
Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses,
But feeds on the aerial kisses
Of shapes that haunt thought’’s wildernesses.
He will watch from dawn to gloom
The lake-reflected sun illume
The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom,
Nor heed nor see what things they be;
But from these create he can
Forms more real than living man,
Nurslings of immortality!
One of these awakened me,
And I sped to succour thee.