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| July 22nd, 2011 - 12:28 pm |
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Lying in bed on a boat John Keats felt a poem coming, but this poem had a different outline from any poem he had written. He couldn't see it as yet, he was blind to it and yet he knew it was there and deciphered its margins with phantom fingers.
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