ack. just finished doing an intricate study on the life of john keats and i must say that i am saddened by the tragic events in his life. his disturbing childhood, his impoverished life, his inability to marry the woman he loves due to poverty, the death of his beloved brother, and his early death at age twenty-five, it would easily strike a sympathetic nerve in anyone. his poetic contributions are well-loved, and i really feel for him. his sadness and grief is apparent in his works, some of his best works tell such tales of sorrow.

and in a very singaporean way, i would say "aiyah, so poor thing leh"

its easy to feel sympathy for john keats. yet at age twenty five, he has accomplished so much. i think at age twenty five i would be sweeping roads. haha no larh, i would be dish-washing with eve :p haha but i really really enjoy the poems he writes. they are so sincere, genuine and real. so real. maybe i can identify some similarities in our struggles, or maybe its just his great love for his wife-to-be that truly earns my respect. :)