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what will you do when you lay in the hospital bed all day and your lunge doesnt allow you the breath to walk 10 yards? certainly your mind wanders, and safely its destination is world of death and after life. it is as difficult for a patient to remember his days of merry as for a man in summer to remember his colds days in winter.
keats made himself familiar with the theme of death. he wrote about it too often,but i believe, it was only the natural outcome of his poor health(like above) rather than anything else that craved him so.
keats profoundedly loved life. this love is deeper than the love byron showed in his worldy legends(though not wider in contents), more sincere than the love shelly showed in his lovers' words (notice keats never bothered himself with so many shelly's questions). it sees living, its definite ending and their co-existing, which composes life as a whole. when compeled to walk into the other shadow, keats did not fight back. death doesnt and cant conquer him. and he wouldnt win, either. it is a step in the circle. he walked it and was still walking on life. keats believed death was sweet, not that living painful, but life, the whole, greater. that is why even at his lowest, his poems are calm, graceful, full of love and dignity. can anyone entitle these qualities as pessimistic and decadent? had he lived a healthier and lengthier life, he would have been the merriest song bird, celebrating a world of splendid colors and overwhelming senses. however, he lived short and miserable, therefore, he forwarded his hope from the world unable to grant it to another, odd and uncomprehended, also true and definite. is he a poem of death? he never said 'oh death you cannot conquer' (god konws when you speak it out, you are already on the losing track), or 'come come my beauty'(he was not that weary of living). all his poems celebrate life, not the living pain nor the dying esctacy. eloit must have seen this quality of his and quite agreed with him. |
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