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12 Keats' Letters
12 Keats' Letters
To Benjamin Bailey
November 22nd, 1817
My dear Bailey,
I will get over the first part of this (unsaid) Letter as soon as
possible for it relates to the affair of poor Crips - To a Man of
your nature such a Letter as Haydon's must have been
extremely cutting - What occasions the greater part of the
World's Quarrels? Simply this, two Minds meet and do not
understand each other time enough to prevent any shock or
surprise at the conduct of either party - As soon as I had
known Haydon three days I had got enough of his character
not to have been surprised at such a Letter as he has hurt you
with. Nor when I knew it was it a principle with me to drop
his acquaintance although with you it would have been an
imperious feeling. I wish you knew all that I think about
Genius and the Heart - and yet I think you are thoroughly
acquainted with my innermost breast in that respect, or you
could not have known me even thus long and still hold me
worthy to be your dear friend. In passing however I must say
of one thing that has pressed upon me lately and encreased my
Humility and capability of submission and that is this truth Men of Genius are great as certain ethereal Chemicals
operating on the Mass of neutral intellect - but they have not
any individuality, any determined Character - I would call the
top and head of those who have a proper self Men of Power.
But I am running my head into a Subject which I am certain I
could not do justice to under five years Study and 3 vols
octavo - and moreover long to be talking about the
Imagination - so my dear Bailey do not think of this
unpleasant affair if possible - do not - I defy any harm to come
of it - I defy. I'll shall write to Crips this Week and request him
to tell me all his going on from time to time by Letter
wherever I may be - it will all go on well so don't because you
have suddenly discover'd a Coldness in Haydon suffer
yourself to be teased. Do not my dear fellow. O I wish I was
as certain of the end of all your troubles as that of your
momentary start about the authenticity of the Imagination. I
am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart's
affections and the truth of Imagination - What the imagination
seizes as Beauty must be truth - whether it existed before or
not - for I have the same idea of all our passions as of love:
of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with Beauty and
Truth. Examine King Lear, and you will find this exemplified throughout; but in this picture we
have unpleasantness without any momentous depth of speculation excited, in which to bury its
repulsiveness-The picture is larger than 'Christ rejected'.
I dined with Haydon the Sunday after you left, and bad a very pleasant day, I dined too (for I
have been out too much lately) with Horace Smith, and met his two Brothers, with Hill and King
ston, and one Du Bois. They only served to convince me, how superior humour is to wit in
respect to enjoyment-These men say things which make one start, without making one feel; they
are all alike; their manners are alike; they all know fashionables; they have a mannerism in their
eating and drinking, in their mere handling a Decanter-They talked of Kean and his low company
-Would I were with that Company instead of yours, said I to mvself! I know such like
acquaintance will never do for me and yet I am going to Reynolds on Wednesday. Brown and
Dilke walked with me and back from the Christmas pantomime. I had not a dispute but a
disquisition, with Dilke on various subjects; several things dove-tailed in my mind, and at once it
struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which
Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is
capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and
reason-Coleridge, for instance, would let go by a fine isolated verisimilitude caught from the
Penetralium of mystery, from being incapable of remaining content with half-knowledge. This
pursued through volumes would perhaps take us no further than this, that with a great poet the
sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
Shelley's poem is out, and there are words about its being obiected to as much as "Queen Mab"
was. Poor Shelley, I think he has his Quota of good qualities, in sooth la!! Write soon to your
most sincere friend and affectionate Brother
John [Keats]
[On Axioms and the Surprise of Poetry: Letter to John Taylor, 27 February 1818]
Hampstead
[ . . . ] In Poetry I have a few Axioms, and you will see how far I am from their Centre. 1st I
think Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by Singularityit should strike the Reader
as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a Remembrance2nd Its touches
of Beauty should never be half way thereby making the reader breathless instead of content: the
rise, the progress, the setting of imagery should like the Sun come natural to himshine over
him and set soberly although in magnificence leaving him in the Luxury of twilightbut it is
easier to think what Poetry should be than to write itand this leads me on to another axiom.
That if Poetry comes not as naturally as the Leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.