Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney
rozk

A friend was talking about Keats on FB and this just came

FOR JOHN KEATS

By its persistence water carved that name
He thought would be forgotten. Drops as slow
As time when you are dying. When you know
One of the gasping breaths that seem the same

Is different because it is the last
Then you are gone and there is not one word
Left in your mouth. The bedside watcher heard
Silence and your death was in the past.

He thought his work forgotten. He was wrong.
Ironic time has used our loving tears
Refute his epitaph. So many years.
Among the English poets I'll belong

He also said. He went into the night
Not knowing which his hope his fear was right
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