PARADELLE ANTHOLOGY

Paradelle for Keats

58 Jehane Markham Paradelle for Keats Keats, that room in Rome where you died Keats, that room in Rome where you died Was full of melancholy like an empty dairy. Was full of melancholy like an empty dairy. Rome was full: You, melancholy, in an empty dairy Like that room where Keats died. The second floor of a strawberry pink house The second floor of a strawberry pink house Overlooking the square, the rusty palm trees. Overlooking the square, the rusty palm trees. A rusty pink, the second house, looking over The square floor of the strawberry palm trees. Whisper to me a secret feeling. Whisper to me a secret feeling. The blood from your lungs is breaking up. The blood from your lungs is breaking up. A secret is breaking, the lungs whisper up to me Feeling from your blood. You died in Rome, the second floor of A pink house, over a square of melancholy. Looking up, feeling an empty room, The blood was like a strawberry breaking from your Rusty lungs. The secret dairy, the palm trees Whisper to me, where is that Keats? ...