John Keats

JOHN KEATS This then more words to Keats and wonder where the man might be sleeping now within his dark or living yet in you and me? With no desire of telling us the things he's feeling now or yes, it burns, the will is there, but doesn't tell him how to reach our minds so far away thru vast diminsions come between living now and living then that we have never seen. Or gone forever to the dead? Whooeee! Then what's the use? Off hanging on to our life why don't we turn it loose? I'd rather know him dead and gone and hidden by a wall invisible to our eyes than not know him at all and hate to think that words and thoughts are all he left behind-- and accidents we are turn out as tricks of mind. © ron Arbuthnot