The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
from Ode to a Nightingale
It was amazing that when I visited John Keats House on 20 April, I heard the birds sang loud and clear on the trees behind the House. I immediately thought of this Ode. It was already past almost 200 years and more since John Keats lived here and wrote this Ode. The world had been changed so much! And the birds still sing here that is just wonderful.
I walked on the heath that John Keats had walked before. The trees are here as well as the ponds. It is quiet and peaceful as like 200 years ago. I walked on the Well Walk too.
When I am getting older, I find things are changing!! Even the earth and the mother Nature are changing too. May be what is not change is Change itself. So this moment is valuable because there will not be the same moment again. Fom this point of view, we all will pass into history. But when reading John Keats, I connect to his present moment. Just like reading the Ode to the Nightingale, I felt the feeling of John Keats and shared his thought. That made John Keats became my friend, a very close friend for me cause I can read into his heart when I read his poetry and his letters. And I can share my feeling and thoughts here related to him. I feel so good to know him and become a friend of John Keats.
