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John Keats, Joseph Severn
 and Death
by B. A. Llewellyn
Length:  276 words 

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John Keats, Joseph Severn and Death

John Keats spent the final days of his short life in Rome with his friend, Joseph Severn.  It had been hoped that the sunny weather of Italy might have a beneficial affect upon Keats's health.  Keats, however, was destined to die in the same way as his mother and brother – with consumption.  

Joseph Severn had expected to keep half a solicitous eye on Keats while devoting himself to his blossoming art career.  He had not expected to become Keats's devoted nurse and death-watch keeper.  The fact that he dedicated himself to his friend until Keats's final breath, and beyond, has turned Severn into a legend in his own right.

John Keats was only 25 years old when he died, with his lungs almost completely destroyed, and yet he held a serenity that is still inspiring.  Joseph Severn let the world know the beauty of Keats's thoughts in those final days:

“At times, during his last days, he made me go to see the place where he was to be buried, and he expressed pleasure at my description of the locality of the Pyramid of Caius Cestius, about the grass and the many flowers, particularly the innumerable violets, also about a flock of goats and sheep and a young shepherd – all these intensely interested him.  Violets were his favourite flowers, and he joyed to hear how they overspread the graves.  He assured me that he already seemed to feel the flowers growing over him …

"… it was then, also, that he asked that I should see cut upon his gravestone as sole inscription, not his name, but simply “Here lies one whose name is writ in water.”

John Keats

Portrait by Joseph Severn

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