There may be Chaos still around the World

By George Santayana 1863–1952 George Santayana
There may be chaos still around the world,
This little world that in my thinking lies;
For mine own bosom is the paradise
Where all my life’s fair visions are unfurled.
Within my nature’s shell I slumber curled,
Unmindful of the changing outer skies,
Where now, perchance, some new-born Eros flies,
Or some old Cronos from his throne is hurled.
I heed them not; or if the subtle night
Haunt me with deities I never saw,
I soon mine eyelid’s drowsy curtain draw
To hide their myriad faces from my sight.
They threat in vain; the whirlwind cannot awe
A happy snow-flake dancing in the flaw.

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Poet George Santayana 1863–1952

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

Subjects Mythology & Folklore, Time & Brevity, Nature, Faith & Doubt, Social Commentaries, Stars, Planets, Heavens, Living, Religion

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George Santayana was a Spanish-born American philosopher who is regarded as one of the most important thinkers of the first half of the twentieth century, and one of the most prominent champions of critical realism. He was also a critic, dramatist, educator, essayist, novelist, and poet. His first published work was a book of poetry titled Sonnets and Other Verses. An opponent of the contemporary philosophical methods, which . . .

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SUBJECT Mythology & Folklore, Time & Brevity, Nature, Faith & Doubt, Social Commentaries, Stars, Planets, Heavens, Living, Religion

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

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