Category: after Keats

• November 4, 2023

  After a Classic Poem

  thoughts contained in nothing run out, waterleaking from a cracked urn, and where is keatsto chronicle its ode? but, no, it isnot graced with fauns nor bacchants dancing nude;indeed it is but a whitewashed vesselof no particular pedigree, banaland lonesome for its homeliness, commonenough to be found at any flea marketor the roadside shop of…