Treasure Island

John Keats

(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

Where's the Poet?


Where's the Poet? show him! show him,
Muses nine! that I may know him.
'Tis the man who with a man
Is an equal, be he King,
Or poorest of the beggar-clan
Or any other wonderous thing
A man may be 'twixt ape and Plato;
'Tis the man who with a bird,
Wren or Eagle, finds his way to
All its instincts; he hath heard
The Lion's roaring, and can tell
What his horny throat expresseth,
And to him the Tiger's yell
Come articulate and presseth
Or his ear like mother-tongue.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Tai Chi Italy (4/30/2009 6:29:00 PM)

    A light hearted side of Keats I like...I found the poet, in the man, love the references, a Taigress and a mother (Report) Reply

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