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John Keats' concept of 'negative capability' – or sitting in uncertainty – is needed now more than ever Richard Gunderman , Indiana University When John Keats died 200 years ago, on Feb. 23, 1821, he was just 25 years old. Despite his short life, he’s still considered one of the finest poets in the English language. Yet in addition to masterpieces such as “ Ode to a Nightingale ” and “ To Autumn ,” Keats’ legacy includes a remarkable concept: what he called “negative capability.” The idea – which centers on suspending judgment about something in order to learn more about it – remains as vital today as when he first wrote about it. Keats lost most of his family members to an infectious disease, tuberculosis, that would take his own life. In the same way the COVID-19 pandemic turned the worlds of many people upside down, the poet had developed a deep sense of life’s uncertainties. Keats was born in London in 1795 . His father died in a horse-riding acc...
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https://www.greeknewsagenda.gr/interviews/reading-greece/7117-poem-of-the-month-winter-by-miltos-sachtouris POEM OF THE MONTH: 'Winter' by Miltos Sachtouris Miltos Sachtouris (1919-2005), a native of Athens, Greece, was one of the leading Greek poets of the postwar era. When he was young, he aborted his law studies to follow his real passion, poetry, and adopted the pen name Miltos Chrysanthis, under which he wrote his first poem The Music of My Islands in 1941. In 1960, he began publishing When I Talk to you and The Spectres, or Joy on the Other Street . Two years later, he received the Second State Poet Prize for The Stigmata . He later wrote The Seal, or The Eighth Moon (1964) and The Utensil (1971) from the publishings of Keimena . During the last years of his life he worked on Colorwounds (1980), Ectoplasms (1986), Sinking (1990), Since (1996) and...
https://amp.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2021/apr/12/poem-of-the-week-because-by-grace-schulman The Guardian - Back to home News Opinion Sport Culture Lifestyle Show caption Carol Rumens's poem of the week Poem of the week: Because by Grace Schulman A complicated song of praise for a world that is part heaven and part hell Carol Rumens Mon 12 Apr 2021 06.30 EDT Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share via Email Because Because, in a wounded universe, the tufts of grass still glisten, the first daffodil shoots up through ice-melt, and a red-tailed hawk perches on a cathedral spire; and because children toss a fire-red ball in the yard where a schoolhouse façade was scarred by vandals, and joggers still circle a dry reservoir; because a rainbow flaunts its painted ribbons and slips them somewhere underneath the earth; because in a smoky bar the trombone blares louder than street sirens, because those who can no longer speak of pain are singing; and when on this wide meadow in th...