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VIEW OF TEIGNMOUTH IN DEVONSHIRE
"Atkins the coachman, Bartlett the surgeon, and the Girls over at the Bonnet-shop, say we shall now have a month of seasonable weather—warm, witty, and full of invention."
Letter from Keats to Reynolds. March 14, 1818.
It's a soppy, splashy, muddy country
And he is dead sick of stair and entry,
Of four walls cuddling round his chair,
And breathing full as much water as air.
London is so far away
It dreams, like Latmos. He has sat all day
Copying that cursed Fourth Book and he's struck
A snag, and his drying sand won't suck.
His mind's like a seed gone to rot with rain,
And—Damn it, there's poor Tom coughing again!
And he is dead sick of stair and entry,
Of four walls cuddling round his chair,
And breathing full as much water as air.
London is so far away
It dreams, like Latmos. He has sat all day
Copying that cursed Fourth Book and he's struck
A snag, and his drying sand won't suck.
His mind's like a seed gone to rot with rain,
And—Damn it, there's poor Tom coughing again!
Mr. John Keats crams his hat well on
Over his ears and walks up and down
Over his ears and walks up and down
