A Trenta-Sei of the Pleasure We Take in the Early Death of KeatsA Trenta-Sei of the Pleasure We Take in the Early Death of Keats
It is old school custom to pretend to be sad
when we think about the early death of Keats.
The species-truth of the matter is we are glad.
Psilanthropic among exegetes,
I am so moved that when the plate comes by
I almost think to pay the God — but why?