Posted on May 28, 2013
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After the painting La Belle Dame Sans Merci by Sir Frank Dicksee But it is not me –not me in that painting. John Keats was ever alone and destined To die young—he was consumed, Consumed—I tell you—with disease Not me. And yet.
Category: PoemsTags: art, creative writing, john keats, King Arthur, Lancelot, literature, love poems, poems, poetry, sex
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