Today I rented Bright Star, it's about Keat's and his love letters and his muse. It is fabulous.
I want to read him now. for a long long long time.
It's like my heart curled up around his words
and could stay there eternally.
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Lived to age 25.
Most of his poems written within a 9 month period.
In my broodish days, his was the hand I reached to hold, but his hand failed to comfort, but companioned my sorrows.
"Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite..."
(Eremite = religious recluse)
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