To Fanny Comments

My mother always called me Blot. I always believed she had little love for me but when I read this poem I felt uplifted. An interesting way to try to define love. Child or otherwise.

The man is grovelling and asking for pity. How pathetic.What woman could respect such a slug.

The linguistic vulgarity attributed to the lesser Keats is never more clear than here- confusion of intention the usual prompt of such a trait.. It's useful to re-read this really quite awful poem in that light. MM

Unmasked. A master piece.

Highly descriptive. A master's poem

Beautiful love poem subtly written from inner recesses of the heart with lovely rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing.

Wonderful talented and romancing poem which is written by the great poet. I take it as a pride to read this poem.

It's a very beautiful poem. Very sensual and descriptive on how you feel towards her.

Now this is what I call romancing your woman. He says it all here, without love his palate is blind, we all need loving to truly see the multi colours of our open minds. I am a great admirer of such a talented and tragically young poet. Tai, needing a little of his shot in the arm