letters Keat

Letters are the the means of communication which is becoming forgotten these days of instant messaging and emails. However, in this course letters were not to be left behind, we were also assigned letters as text for us to read. However, they were not any letters. They were a prove of correspondence of poets, and the painter Vincent van Gogh with his brother.

These letters differs from any I had read in my lifetime in the language and their word choice. reading Keat's letter to Shelley is like reading one of his poems. He extended metaphor beyond the limits of his poetry scope, using it even in his letters and perhaps freely in his daily interactions. It would be wonderful to have a chance of corresponding to him via letter, or any other means. It would open up my conventionalised world to the potentials of language manipulation, to trim and cut language so that it would be a wonderful arrangement, pleasing to the ears and eyes, amusing to the mind.

Keat in his letters wrote about his last work, relating to his life in his sickness. How he was then only focusing on his works as if sensing that he had only a short while to sacrifice to his works. Keat was then suffering from tuberculosis, and he acknowledged this sickness telling that,' there was no doubt that an English winter would put an end to me, and do so in lingering hateful manner, therefore I must either voyage or journey to Italy as a soldier marches up to a battery.'

The line that I like the most is 'Imagination is a monastery and I am its monk'. It was mildly put than the common one ' (smthg) is a master and I am its slave'.