Is it not strange, and perhaps rather tragic, that I feel the same way about Keats that Keats felt about Shakespeare?
Completely frustrated and utterly dwarfed in the shadow of such brilliant talent. Oh Keats, if only you knew the legacy you left behind…
On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again ~ John Keats
O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute!
Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away!
Leave melodizing on this wintry day,
Shut up thine olden pages, and be mute:
Adieu! for once again the fierce dispute,
Betwixt damnation and impassion’d clay
Must I burn through; once more humbly assay
The bitter-sweet of this Shakespearian fruit.
Chief Poet! and ye clouds of Albion,
Begetters of our deep eternal theme,
When through the old oak forest I am gone,
Let me not wander in a barren dream,
But when I am consumed in the fire,
Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire.
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