John Keats greatly admired Wordsworth’s poetry and called it ‘poetry of the heart’. These 33 Duddon Sonnets reveal Wordsworth’s heart for this insignificant, forgotten river. It was one of his favourites since his youth.
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September 21st and into Autumn. It would not be complete without John Keats’s Ode. True to form our garden is into some mellow fruitfulness.
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These are my favourite woods beside the river Arun. Last year we came here with ‘A Spring day with John Clare‘. This time I’m out with John Keats and seeing this familiar landscape through his eyes.
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On a still, clear May evening in a wood in East Sussex the fire crackles as a group of people, including my daughter and son-in-law, chat together. Why have they come to this secret location at this time of night? Even more strange is that some of them have brought some musical instruments with them? What’s going on?
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A Listening Heart 