4 thoughts on “John Keats – Collected Poems

  1. I’ve adored Keats ever since I was forced to read The Eve of St Agnes at school for English Lit and was the only one in class to enjoy the experience. We had to memorise whole passages in those days, and I found it easy peasy. Even way back then – 1971 – I was a glutton for romantic literature, and the story of two lovers escaping a dissolute castle in the middle of the night, into a snowstorm, avoiding the guards, had me gripped from start to finish. I liked the last stanza that begins:

    And they

  2. 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.

  3. I wanted to love these, but it was a little too educated, if that makes any sense, to be enjoyable. beauty is often in simplicity, and there were some beautiful parts, but overall I felt myself needing to stop and think about a line a thousand times to try to find a meaningful explanation for such a notion to be in a poem, and I couldn’t. there’s no doubt about the quality of the writing, or course, it is the enjoyablilty of such that was lacking, for me.

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