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~ To ***** on the death of our mutual friend John Keats ~ What steadfast equilibrium Can border vastness of grief? Nothing ever becomes as real Till it be experience. Life’s fragile day is done for Keats Imagination his belief His Monastery, he its Monk Beauty’s spell, fervent relief. He died in Rome mourned by so few Bright star, by none more than you He hears your tender-taken breath Ever feels soft fall and swell. If warm,  wind plucked purest  harp Words from tranquillity have sprung Then Nature’s might and awe arouse World’s sheer grandeur will be sung Yet will black shadows cross the land Swarming clouds of  Erinyes Snatching this poet young and sweet More mortal than his poetry. © M.L.Emmett
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
Ode to Early Death
~ To ***** on the death of our mutual friend John Keats ~ What steadfast equilibrium Can border vastness of grief? Nothing ever becomes as real Till it be experience. Life’s fragile day is done for Keats Imagination his belief His Monastery, he its Monk Beauty’s spell, fervent relief. He died in Rome mourned by so few Bright star, by none more than you He hears your tender-taken breath Ever feels soft fall and swell. If warm,  wind plucked purest  harp Words from tranquillity have sprung Then Nature’s might and awe arouse World’s sheer grandeur will be sung Yet will black shadows cross the land Swarming clouds of  Erinyes Snatching this poet young and sweet More mortal than his poetry. © M.L.Emmett
In the style of Horace Odes Book I . XXIV John Keats corresponded warmly and lovingly to ***** Keats fans may find inclusion of familiar language and ideas here...
#love#death#keatsgrief
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
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