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- Why Mrs T should have left the room quietly, closing the door behind her….
- ‘In relation to’ what? On ‘Talking Books’ and chewing words….
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Category Archives: Keats
Let’s focus on the words: Peter, Tony, and a Portrait of Keats
Two weeks ago (yes, I am a little slow getting this blog post written) the papers offered some interesting headlines for those, like me, who are fascinated by the life and writing of the poet John Keats. A ‘rare lifetime … Continue reading
Love poems you wish you had written #5 – John Keats
On this, the 14th February, I reach the end of my series ‘Love poems you wish you had written’ with one that most who know me would have anticipated from the very beginning. This poem still offers the John Keats reader much to think … Continue reading
Posted in Keats, Poetry, Random musings on family life, love the universe and everything, Reading, Writing
Tagged Books, Bright Star, John Keats, Keats, love, love poems, Mood, Poetry, reading, St Valentine
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Sex lurks in the shadows of the Pre-Raphaelites – phallic symbols in Isabella by Millais
FAIR Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love’s eye! They could not in the self-same mansion dwell Without some stir of heart, some malady; They could not sit at meals but feel how well It soothed each … Continue reading
Posted in Art, History, Keats, Poetry
Tagged Holman Hunt, John Keats, Millais, pre raphaelite brotherhood, Pre-Raphaelites, Tate Britain
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To be ‘a friend of Keats’ – a very Romantic circle
John Keats is now known as one of the greatest poets in the English language. Often included in the great ‘triad’ of younger Romantics with Shelley and Byron, his life and work has arguably retained a larger and more interested audience than either of … Continue reading
Posted in Keats, Poetry, Writing
Tagged 19th century, Books, friendships, history, John Keats, Keats, Keats' Circle, Literature, Poetry, relationships, Romantics, writing
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Bronze bulls on pianos, or ‘On first Looking into Chapman’s Homer’
I haven’t written about John Keats for a few weeks and have been meaning to start a series of posts on his circle of friends; many of whom were key to his development as a poet. However, an article via … Continue reading
‘From Clapton Pond to Stamford Hill’ – landscape, literature & Pinter at the British Library
Yesterday I made the trip from Somerset to London to meet Sarah Whittingham, author of the wonderful Fern Fever and Wendy Wallace whose recently published The Painted Bridge is my favourite fiction book of the year so far. Although we were looking … Continue reading
Posted in History, Keats, London, Poetry, Writing
Tagged British Library, Fern Fever, Harold Pinter, Literature, The Painted Bridge
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A poetic inspiration – lines that mean the world to us
I have been inspired this morning. Not to write too much of my own but to look at the work of others and take heart from the possibilities that work opens up to me. This is due simply to the … Continue reading
Posted in Art, Dandelions and Bad Hair Days, Keats, Poetry, Writing
Tagged birches by robert frost, blogging, Books, John Keats, Keats, Mood, Poetry, reading, Robert Frost, writing
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The Dad Poet: sharing a passion for poetry
April was National Poetry Month in the US, a fact that might have passed me by had I not been a long-time follower of David over at The Dad Poet.I first came across his blog when I spotted his reading … Continue reading
Posted in Keats, Poetry, Writing
Tagged family, John Keats, Keats, May Swenson, Poetry, reading, The Dad Poet, United States, writing
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Keats the Radical, or Where were those fields of mists and mellow fruitfulness?
At the end of March a blog appeared on the Oxford University Press website explaining the work behind a paper just published in The Review of English Studies. The blog is entitled ‘A Keatsian Field trip’ and was written by Richard Turley, … Continue reading
Posted in History, Keats, Poetry, Writing
Tagged autumn, history, John Keats, Keats, Ode to Autumn, Poetry, politics, reading, Winchester, writing
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‘He is gone…’ Joseph Severn on the death of John Keats
Rome. 27 February 1821. My dear Brown, He is gone–he died with the most perfect ease–he seemed to go to sleep. On the 23rd, about 4, the approaches of death came on. “Severn-I–lift me up–I am dying–I shall die easy–don’t … Continue reading
Posted in History, Keats, Poetry
Tagged death of Keats, history, Italy, John Keats, Joseph Severn, Keats, Piazza Di Spagna, Poetry, relationships, Rome, Spanish Steps
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