<b>AN ODE TO KEATS’ IMMORTALITY</b>

When Stanley Plumly finally wrote Posthumous Keats, he sat at his computer and just typed it out. For two-and-a-half years
Out of my head, right out of my head,” the poet and University of Maryland professor says. “It was in the fingers.” Stanley Plumly’s obsession with John Keats began almost three decades before his extended meditation on Keats’ life and death was finally published this year. His original publisher gave up on the project. His ex-wife made bets that he’d never finish. She was wrong.
Plumly is a big man, bearded, with a head full of hair. Born in 1939, Plumly has already lived nearly three times as long as the 25 years allotted to Keats. When he expired in the arms of his friend Joseph Severn on February 23, 1821—of tuberculosis, in Rome—Keats had barely five years’ worth of poetry to his name. But his odes are now among the most revered poems in the English language.

“I met a lady,” Plumly says, “and she started quoting Keats’ letters to me.” She was a younger poet named Deborah Digges. They would wake each other at 3 a.m. to ask excitedly, “Did you read this passage?” Eventually they got married. The marriage lasted seven years. Plumly’s Keats obsession would prove far more durable.
“You can’t read that life and not be compelled by it,” he says, “And then the poems—you realise that the modern lyric as we understand it is created, by this young man, as a vehicle for a tragic vision.” In the early 1980s, Plumly wrote a poem, Posthumous Keats, echoing the phrase “a posthumous existence”, which Keats himself used to describe the year-and-a-half before he died, when he had stopped writing poetry and knew his fate. It was then that Plumly launched a prose project of the same name, which was to focus on those final 18 months.

Plumly visited London, walked the walk that led Keats to write To Autumn. In Italy, he rented the apartment above the one in which Keats died. At some point, he realised that he couldn’t just write about that last year and a half: “I had to deal with what led up to it.” And so to the project that became the book.
“Originally, I thought the book was a meditation on mortality,” he says. “Then I realised that it was about immortality.” Plumly’s book evokes the whole of Keats’ brief, vivid existence. Plumly’s old friend David Baker says, “Keats is our preeminent poetic authority on the relationship of beauty and death, and that relationship has always been in Stan’s poems.”

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