There was a naughty boy,A naughty boy was he,
He would not stop at home,
He could not quiet be-
He took
In his knapsack
A book
Full of vowels
And a shirt
With some towels,
A slight cap
For night cap,
A hair brush,
Comb ditto,
New stockings
For old ones
Would split O!
This knapsack
Tight at's back
He rivetted close
And followed his nose
To the north,
To the north,
And follow'd his nose
To the north.
4 comments:
Keats was a great poet, but I've never heard anyone characterize him as the greatest poet of his time or in English either. The Ode to the Grecian Urn was well written but some of his stuff gets too verbose and boring. I would bat an eye if someone said he was the greatest poet. Believe me. And I think most English literature buffs wouldn't characterize him as 'the greatest' either.
"I think most English literature buffs wouldn't characterize him as 'the greatest' either." MR
Who ... then ... would they or you characterize as the greatest?
Keats was gifted, but he was sooo under-rated in his time. Tragic.
Today he's an icon, but most pple you call Plantation N#@$£ have never even read his poetry, of those that have, few can connect his poetry to his life.
This is a kid's poem, I dug this. That little boy also represents him. He and a friend walked from middle England to Scotland in six weeks.
Why'd you post a kiddy poem tho, an extract from Hyperion would be beta.
Mahndisa,
Actually he is considered one of the greatest of the Romantic Poets along with Byron and Shelley. Pickup any text on the Canon of English Literature (not American) and he's there.
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