John Keats (1795-1821) a man of many words, poetical of course, but also a keen, enthusiastic letter-writer. An honest letter or postcard holds more personality and truth of my mind than a practised or rehearsed verse or set of lyrics; it speaks spontaneously from the heart and remains forever a private, intimate, immediate gift from one to another.
However many texts, Facebook friends, likes or comments, tweets or followers – a unique and original offering and an everlasting token remains: the old-fashioned handwritten note…it says more than it reads…it says ‘I’ve been thinking of YOU, and now you’re not with me, I hold a little something of you and until I see you again, I send this as a little something of me.’
‘poetry should be a great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one’s soul.’
From a letter by John Keats
‘My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense.’
John Keats Poetry (it must be love, love, love)