When Keats, at last beyond the curtain
of love's distraction, lay dying in his room
on the Piazza di Spagna, the melody of the Bernini
Fountain "filling him like flowers,"
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HE IS A PART OF THAT LOVELINESS HE ONCE MADE MORE LOVELY; That how Shelley described the posthumous existence of Keats in ADONAIS. It a sort of Platonic view of the poet'S COMMITMENT TO BEAUTY which Shelley certainly shared. But just now you evoked for me a still desperately alive Keats and gave me a wonderful anecdote by which I can seek him (or his ghost) if I ever get to Italy, or maybe your sonnet brought him him back to England! It has that Keatsian magic of traveling ON THE VIEWLESS WINGS OF POESY into the presence of those who love him: Fanny, Monneta, the Moon Goddess, Psyche, and all his readers who keep him alive in our collective imagination.
cool poem about one of the most lyrical of english poets. shakespeare, i think, is the still the champ of english sonnets, but keats comes close with some of his. -glen kappy
An incredibly tender farewell to Keats and a lovely poem to simply read for the rich tapestry of poetry exquisitely written.
Beyond the curtain. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This is beautiful. If I ever walk there again, I will read this poem there, and think of England, too.
Wonderful poem Christopher.