Agnes, “La Belle Dame sans Merci”, his brilliant odes, including “Ode to a Nightingale” which has haunted me for years, his witchy narrative poem Lamia that I plan to reread in July, and The Fall of Hyperion-the last was based on his original Hyperion that he apparently abandoned mid-sentence by April 1819. This is the bicentennial year of some of his greatest poems such as The Eve of St. To those who read through my first bit of Romantic rambling will know that, for me, this year of 2019 is all about John Keats. Visit the soul in sleep,-that death is slumber,Īnd that its shapes the busy thoughts outnumberĭark have been my dreams of late…but I feel as one new-awakened.
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