What is it, I (don't) hear you cry:
That one that starts "They fuck you up, your mum and dad"
or maybe one of Waggledagger's sonets?
a Psalm (as if!)?
Nope, one of my favourite poets is John Keats, who wrote some of the most achingly beautiful verse I've ever read.
He lived a full, but unrewarding life of make and mend, poverty and debauchery, succumbing eventually to consumption and died at the tender age of 26.
Rather than subject you to a full rendition of Endymion, or La Belle Dame Sans Merci, here's one of my all time favourite Keats poems:
Give me women, wine, and snuff
Untill I cry out "hold, enough!"
You may do so sans objection
Till the day of resurrection:
For, bless my beard, they aye shall be
My beloved Trinity.
