Saturday, September 26, 2009

LOOKING FOR JOHN KEATS IN HAMPSTEAD!!


After fifteen years I finally find myself in his garden, in front of his house, on a solitary morning with only the National Trust men present for the reconstruction. But I cannot enter. It is closed. Everything is quiet, even the working men seem to be muted and all there is remains the sound of wind in the trees and the shushing after. I am here. Is he?



The view across from John Keats home.










The path outside the "Old Bull and Bush" where Lord Byron, John Keats, Sir Walter Scott, Leigh Hunt and Percy Shelley all came to eat, recite and enjoy themselves.






The neighborhood of Keats is still red brick and coal stains, narrow winding cobblestone streets and overgrown gardens in the foregrounds of mansions for the rich and famous.




The park across the street from his neighborhood.



The immortal trees of Hampstead.


6 comments:

  1. I liked this. Various photos convey a sense of the haunted, even if only by memories, and especially with a knowledge of the area.

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  2. Seriously, who could possibly live there (or look at the pictures for that matter) and NOT be inspired?

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  3. Thank you Rex Cox and Ryan! I'm so completely held captive by this particular experience that I don't even want to add anything new to my blog! Ha ha! I just want the pics to stay forever, providing that link that is already disintegrating.

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  4. Beautiful! I love the pictures!

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  5. Beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing.

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