Ease

Ease
The
Tears
From
My
Eyes
Ease
The
Pain
That
Is
Inside
Of
My
heart

by Aldo Kraas

Comments (9)

He died so young, now he is for the ages...
John Keats 31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 R.I.P.
It seems Keats was lost in the reality so escaped to nature for frivolous hope.
At the risk of sounding like a philistine I have to say that this is not one of Keat's finest. It lacks assonance and the rhyme is extremely forced. He might have scribbled this on the back of a Greek Urn while he was waiting for Autumn. Sorry.
The poem is brilliant and the rhyme as well! ! I salute you for your perfect poems....
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