"Intercapillary Space": Three etchings from Keats

Three etchings from Keats

Foliage

                                                         and on
Her voice I hung
                            like fruit

among

                                                        green leaves

All foam and roar

                   all foam and roar
Streams subterranean

                 those spouting columns

fretwork, streaming round
Alive, and dazzling cool, and with a sound

Haply   tumults
         interlace

                     delicatest lattices

in a wink    to          watery gauze
                              curtained canopies
                              liquid broideries

Of flowers, peacocks, swans, and naiads fair.
Swifter than lightning     these wonders rare;

     then the water
                 mimicked
              frieze

A Suggestion

                                  like a demon mole
Work through the clayey soil
       To see skull,
                           coffined bones

                each form                     marred

                                       with human soul

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EH

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