Dinesh's photos with the keyword: John Keats

O Solitude! if I mus with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep, - Nature's observatory - whence the dell, Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem a span; let me they vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavillion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell. But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee, Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind, Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd, In my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be Almost the highest bliss of human-kind, When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee. ~ John Keats

In the short span of five years, he produced many timeless poems including the astonishing “Ode on the Grecian Urn” and “Ode to a Nightingale.” Before he became desperately ill, he was confident that his verse would live on after him, despite the bad reviews. He predicted, “I shall be among the English Poets after my death”. And indeed, Keats was obsessed with death, which seemed to hover over his shoulder and dictate to his pen. At twenty-one, he was already imagining what it would be like to live in his grave. “If I do fall, at least I will be laid Beneath the silence of a poplar shade,” He wrote in the poem “Sleep and Poetry,” “And over me the grass shall be smooth shaven; And there shall be a kind memorial graven” ~ Page 101 Chapter: "Symbolic Immortality" Excerpt from "On the Role of Death in Life"