31st. October. 1795:
"This is your birth-day . . . , and I rejoice
That thus it passes smoothly, quietly.
Many such eves of gently whispering noise
May we together pass, and calmly try
What are this world's true joys -- ere the great voice,
From its fair face, shall bid our spirits fly."
from "To My Brothers"
18th. November. 1816
Happy 215th Birthday, Keats!!
To all of us who love you and your poetry, your presence is still so very real and strong.
Thank you for giving us the gifts of your creative genius.
"I will clamber through the Clouds and exist . . . . I have many reasons for going wonder-ways: . . ."