here lies one whose name was writ in water

John Keats (1795-1821) is my greatest history crush of the moment! Keats was born in London and has since become one of the most beloved of all English poets. Unfortunately he didn’t get the chance to live and see his later fame- he died poor and relatively unrecognised at the young age of twenty-five. In his short life Keats created a large amount of amazing poetry spanning subjects from his famous “Ode to a Nightingale” to the poem “Mrs. Reynold’s Cat” about his friend’s mother’s kitty. (What a cutie pie.) Keats died of tuberculosis contracted from caring for his sick brother; on his grave is written not his name or date, but instead the words: “Here lies One whose Name was writ in Water”. An all over brilliant young man, an amazing brother, and a talented poet, how could I not love him?

(He’s also rather easy on the eyes so there’s that too!)

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs
—  from “Ode to a Nightingale,” John Keats.

John Keats’ Tombstone, Rome, Italy “Keats traveled to Rome and died there, aged just 25, in February, 1821. He told his friend Joseph Severn that he didn’t want his name to appear on his tombstone, but merely this line: “HERE LIES ONE WHOSE NAME WAS WRIT IN WATER” Severn honoured that wish, as the gravestone shows. Keats is commemorated just as ‘A young English poet.“