Three Poems on John Keats by Sultana Raza

Ephemeral Constant With hued music, beautified page. His spheres were thinner than gossamer, Only to beauty, did Keats defer. Was omni-sensory, ahead of his age, Gifted synesthete; few could gauge. Lines between realities could he blur, With Psyche, or nightingale easily confer. Complex were stanzas, of youthful sage. ‘Cockney’ image...

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  1. Absolutely beautiful! My eyes are watering, reading this lush description of my favorite, though sadly-poignant, season. Thank you, Adam.

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