Keats' was a romance that didn't lead to more than
chaste kisses and a grave in a Roman cemetery,
Shelley's into pregnancy after another, dead babies
and miscarriagies, sea-carried bodies on a Neapolitan
shore, a funeral pyre after the magic had broken,
the heart that wouldn't burn when love was ashes.
22.06.2024
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