Entries from Come Sit a While that draw on the words of John Keats.
John Keats (1795–1821) lived for only twenty-five years, and almost every one of them was marked by loss. His father died in a riding accident when John was eight. His mother died of tuberculosis when he was fourteen — the same disease that would eventually take him. He was apprenticed to a surgeon and apothecary, qualified as a physician’s assistant, and then did something that shocked his guardians: he walked away from medicine to write poetry. He had been writing for only six years when consumption announced itself in his lungs with a cough that left blood on his handkerchief. He knew what that meant — he had watched the disease take his mother and his brother Tom, the very brother beside whose sickbed this letter was written. He packed himself off to Rome in hopes the warmer air might buy him more time. It did not. He died in a rented room near the Spanish Steps, asking that his epitaph read only: Here lies one whose name was writ in water. He was twenty-five. The poems he left behind — “Ode to a Nightingale,” “Ode on a Grecian Urn,” “To Autumn” — are among the most beautiful in the English language. He wrote them all in less than two years, while dying.
Entries featuring John Keats
- The Vale of Soul-Making (2026-06-11)
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