When you stand in the garden at the front of John Keats house in Wentworth Place Hampstead, you can truly understand how somebody could be inspired to write romantic poetry.
John Keats was born in 1795 on the 31st of
October; however his birthday was marked as the 29th by his family - maybe they were just a little confused at the time. At
the age of 8, he lost his father who died from a fractured skull and when he
was 14 his mother died of tuberculosis. John was left in the custody of his grandmother. There was money in trust for Keats for
when he turned 21 which he never applied for and he struggled financially.
The poet was an apprentice for a surgeon in his teens and
lodged in an attic above the surgery.
After finishing his apprenticeship he registered as a medical student at
Guy’s Hospital - now a part of Kings College.
Keats first surviving poem, An imitation of Spencer, was
written in 1814. His work at the
hospital was taking up a lot of his writing time and in 1816 he announced to
his guardian that he would be a poet and not a surgeon. His poem, O Solitude,
was the first to be printed and proof that Keats ambitions were valid.
The house at Wentworth Place |
The garden where he wrote Ode to a Nightingale |
Keats love interest Fanny Brawne moved into the house next door in 1819 and Keats gave her the love sonnet, Bright Star. He wrote hundreds of letters and notes to her and there is one on display in the Keats house. Unfortunately, there is no photography allowed in the house so I cannot show you the display, but maybe this will inspire a few visitors.
John Keats passed away on the 23rd of February
1821 and a quick calculation tells us that he was only 26 years of age. He was living in Rome at the time and that is
where the romantic poet is buried. He requested all letters from Fanny to be destroyed after his death - I wonder what she wrote.
Whether or not you like poetry,
you can’t deny that the house and garden in Wentworth Place are beautiful and
standing in that garden reminds me that - Once upon a time in London, a thing
of beauty inspired John Keats to write poetry that will be a joy forever!
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