Best Keats Poems

Thy Wondrous Life Was As A Butterfly's Brief Stay,
Poets Tribute Series, third poet,  John Keats 

Poet, where flows tears for thy premature demise
tragic death of thy soft heart, body, gifted soul
majestic verses from a poet truly wise
poems of deep splendor, thy words did so...

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Tribute To The Memory Of John Keats

Child of the storm-swift Hermes, lithe and strong
To Trojan tumult, had the gods thus willed,
They gave thee one short year of riper song
And more melodious than ever filled
The heart of youth; they gave thee power to build
A noble altar...

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When I have fears that I may fail to die, 
After all my mind has given to my pen, 
No worldly wonders left there to defy; 
No answers to the mysteries within. 

What worry it would be on how I fared, 
For surely it's lowly...

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Keats—Romantic Humanist  
 
Romanticus-Extraordinaire
John Keats
La Belle Dame sans Merci
Circe-Enchantress to all.

Beautiful, deadly in her elfin grot
Supernatural-nous
She wept and sighed full sore
Hath thee in “Keatsian” thrall.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 17, 2015 (Double Dactyl)...

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Keats’ Nightingale

The romantic poets were too early to postulate total atheism,
And so freshened up the church by aligning god with nature,
And I believe they had a preference for nature over god or theism, 
Because they never posit him as social with high, tall stature.

Keats says...

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Dear John,

A unique Epitaph you, yourself, penned so well

“Here lies one whose name was writ in water”

Though many have misunderstood your epitaph.
Which means “ Fame and indeed life is fleeting”
Surely your fame was fleeting during your life-time.

Even Shakespeare confirms the true meaning
In Henry VIII, through...

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O burgeoning soul of sweet things 
   mellowed to summer's surge,
   with autumn's dim appraisal
   loitered to a final song of ditties,
       the oozes of eve ferment 
     ...

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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...

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Tribute to John Keats  1795-1821
He lies  in a paupers grave
Unmarked except for a phase with  this quotation
"here lies one whose name was writ in water"



Studied at Guys Hospital
He was an apothecary 
His heart wasn't in his work, though
allowed to practise surgery

Romantic poems  he did  write
His work...

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My friend, so young your countenance remains
When word’s cold death exacted Britain’s pain
In one brief moment quill caressed page,
papyrus breathed to life, precocious sage.
When first I gazed upon your stanzas long
mesmerizing trance from an angelic song.
A thing of beauty is the ink once spilled
in Eton’s...

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Come friend, let’s go to where it all began:
Where you eased the heart ache and eased the pain.


The window’s warm light, embering darkness.
The intoxicating sawdust sets the scene:
In succulent reds, butchers dress
With neat laced mince-trays trimmed by hedging green.

Strangers inveigled into its warm light,
All seduced...

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We tender that special moment that was well earned, spent in our fabled youth's labyrinth passages beholden to young hearts locked in eternal time for e'er so oft consequent the key of memories call. It beckons me now in subsequent years of a pensive soul...

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I would not use, words of hyperbole,
To describe you, my friend.
As i am not WORDSWORTH,
To explain your heart and your beauteous forms.
I do lack the Imagination of KEATS,
To gracefully praise your songs.
Nor have I achieved the vision of COLERIDGE,
To see past your earthly charms.
Oh dear!...

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ABOUT A LETTER 

I was cleaning and re-arranging my
Precious book-shelves,
A lot came down, a lot went back after dusting
Off, much of such
Dust, but one blue heavy book caught my attention,
I am not of those who often delves,
But this one tickled my fancy, maybe a connection,
I...

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you cannot calculate my legacy in monetary value 
or in market shares
neither in some property
nor anything tangible

I leave you my soul
recorded in poetry
and thoughts
I share
with those of you with an ear for the essence of me
but unlike Keats not have my name written in water...

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