Baraka_Guru

John Keats, poet of the second Romantic Age (1795 - 1821)

He died of TB at the tender age of 26.

If you look at his canon of poetry and gauge its depth, quality, and temper that with its volume, it's hard not to think, "Damn it. He produced that within a span of 6 or 7 years, and all by his mid-twenties?!"

I cannot even fathom what he would have produced had he fully developed his powers.

/book nerd

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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot