John Keats – The Cockney Bard

John Keats

How when someone speaks of your name a flawless image does spring to mind. And yet you Keats shunned by a world for your dulcet tones, can move the soul in ways few can ever do. Your words taken from a mind so pure, it dignifies indifference. In you Keats is that nightingale which sings its sweet melody. I too can feel in you the pain, the agony of a poet lost. Neither words, nor actions can fall foul of the greatness bestowed upon you, but among others who deem you worthless, only death could bring you respect among peers. Laid to rest so young and yet so wise. It is in tribute I write my words to a fellow Cockney poet and raise a glass to Mr Keats.

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