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Friday, 02 October 2009


I remember very well La Belle Dame sans Merci but didn't recall it was from Keats. I would have rather attributed it to John Donne since I remember that you have published several of his poems.
Thank you for this poem. It is nice and has such a sweet musicality and rhythm. It is also quite classic and, to some extend, pompous -not in a deprecating sense though. I mean that it quite recalls or mimics Homer poetry, which is a rather common thing in young poets. And this is definitely different poetry from Tennysson's Break, Break, Break.
Keats was only 24 when he died and I suspect that he didn't live long enough to build up his own style as a poet, unlike Tennyson.
In my reading, I have decided to focus on the love poems since the film is about his love experience. If I find a very nice one, I'll tell you later on.
PS Thank you for your answer on TS Eliot too.

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