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Tag Archives: John Keats
National Poetry Month: John Keats
I found it hard to decide which poem to post – since I have many favorites (“Ode to Autumn” being the main one) – but I decided to go with “Ode on Melancholy”. Ode on Melancholy 1. No, no, go … Continue reading
Famous epitaphs
John Keats, great poet, who died in 1821 (and I think his birthday was Sunday), wrote his own epitaph, which is now rightly famous: “Here lies one whose name was writ in water.” But actually, the full epitaph reads like … Continue reading
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Tagged Emily Dickinson, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Jack London, John Keats, Robert Frost, Shakespeare, Thomas Jefferson, W.B. Yeats
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Ode to Keats
Here’s one of the reasons why Garrison Keillor’s The Writer’s Almanac (a daily radio show on NPR – which has an online version here) is one of my daily pit stops. First off: you get a poem a day. This … Continue reading
Commonplace
“One song of Burns is of more worth to you than all I could think of for a whole year in his native country. His Misery is a dead weight on the nimbleness of one’s quill … he talked with … Continue reading
Pure Magic
“These are the pure Magic. These are the clear vision. The rest is only poetry.” — Rudyard Kipling on Keats and Coleridge
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Tagged John Keats, poetry, Rudyard Kipling, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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LM Montgomery on Keats
“On the whole, I do not like Keats. His poems are, in reality, too full of beauty. One feels stifled in roses … There is little in Keats’ poems except luscious beauty — so much of it that the reader … Continue reading
Shelley and Keats
Shelley was a volatile creature of air and fire: he seems never to have noticed what he ate or drank, except sometimes as a matter of vegetarian principle. Keats was earthy, with a sweet tooth and a relish for spices, … Continue reading
Let’s Talk About Autumn
Autumn is coming. After what has felt like the longest hottest muggiest summer in recent history. I wake up, and there is a cool wet breeze on my face through my window. The skies have been uniformly grey. Even the … Continue reading