Today is John Keats’s 220th birthday and to say that I haven’t thought of him being alive, and being with me perhaps reading Ode to Nightingale would be an understatement. On the other hand, I think he is alive, living with all of us, with all his lovers in his poems.
“The Master Of Senses” as he was and still is known by is my “Master Of Emotions and Love” because I met Keats the same way I met all my favourite and not so favourite literary figures but to be with him forever was not the part of my syllabus but the power of his words and emotions.
Every poem of his takes you in a world of imagination – “[Byron] describes what he sees – I describe what I imagine – Mine is the hardest task,” (Keats, 1819) and it is definitely a world where nature comes alive through his words and words alone.
I often wonder what it would feel like to be a lover of Keats or a friend or any one as long as I am a part of his life dangling from the boughs of trees like leaves do, for the sun to rise and his light to reach out to me and the light does reach with every words of Keats when his poetry is being read by me. But then a moment later I realise being in his imagination world has already made me his lover, I feel and sigh, dance and trip, laugh and cry with Keats forever.
Eighteen Century didn’t consider him a great English poet but today the man “whose name was writ in water” is forever written in our hearts with the sweet nightingale’s melody reminding that ‘a thing of beauty is a joy forever’ and indeed John Keats you are.
I present to you some of my favourite lines by my favourite poet :
“I look upon fine Phrases like a Lover”
“Where but to think is to be full of sorrow”
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty..”
“A thing of Beauty is a joy forever”
“Many a times I have been half in love with an easy death”
Do tell me yours.. Wishing A Very Happy Birthday To John Keats!