"I Think I Shall Be Among The English Poets After My Death"
Those were the words voiced by John Keats to his critics, opponents, he proved true through his assured determination and persistence.
John Keats was one of the few poets whose poems echoed the sentiments of reader’s heart. His genre of romantic poems immortalized him.
John Keats was born on 31 October 1795 in Moorgate, England. Keats gave up the practice of Medicine to become a poet.
An Imitation of Spenser was composed when Keats was 19 years. His first book of poetry appeared 1817, but book didn't sell much. But Keats kept on writing in those short troubled years of his life. He composed poems until 1821. Many of his writings came into light post his death.
As Eliot wrote of Keats's conclusions: "There is hardly one statement of Keats' about poetry which will not be found to be true, and what is more, true for greater and more mature poetry than anything Keats ever wrote."
He believed in the principle of ‘Negative Capability’ and the belief that mystery exists, it was rooted in his writings and thoughts. Keats believed that human beings should experience pain and suffering for personality development and morale building. His ideas, beliefs, are highlighted in his poetic composition.
The financial woes and health constraints stood as a barrier to his marriage with his love, Fanny Brawne. The suppressed emotions spilled his poetry making his composition the greatest romantic works in literary world.
In his poem, ‘TO Hope’, the last stanza fills your mind with vivid images of hope, faith, and optimism.
And as, in sparkling majesty, a star
Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;
Brightening the half-veiled face of heaven afar:
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,
Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,
Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head!
In 1821 he died of tuberculosis in Rome. At mere twenty-five years of age, John Keats achieved his life-long dream. The dream he truly strived to achieve, to be noted as one of the English Poet.
He was buried in the Protestant cemetery, Italy.
The largest collection of the letters (love letters written to his love), manuscripts, and other papers of Keats lies in the Houghton Library at Harvard University.