Teru, teru. Mimetic -- liquid and musical as the words
Well Walk, where he wandered with Hunt, saw
Poor Tom's ghost, broke down, that last awful
Suffocating August -- it is the wounding of Philomel
That produced the lyric, a wild quiet echoing
Of mortal tribulation that drowns in
The singer's voice, as the singer dies and
The pain that drives expression is extinguished
With the sudden curtailing of the song.
I am certain he has some spell that attaches them
To him, observed Fanny Brawne of the intense
Emotionality of Keats' friends' goodbyes.
The fussing over practicalities, guilty self-
Justifying and sentimental evasions
At last set aside, their hearts got caught
In their throats' cordage by London dock,
As he got ready to board the boat that
Would take him off to that classic land to die.
Common nightingale (Luscinia megarhyncos): photo by insecta62, 2007
West India Docks: Augustus Pugin and Thomas Rowlandson, from Ackermann's Microcosm of London (1808-1811)
from TC: Junkets on a Sad Planet: Scenes from the Life of John Keats