in Rome, wishing and waiting for death, a death that takes months to arrive. When his corpse is opened his lungs have almost disappeared, as if he were melting away from the inside. We revisit these moments throughout the book, but it is never hard going. The occasional appearance of beautiful verse is enough to relieve the strain of focus, and Plumly's sympathetic writing coupled with his keen understanding of poetry ensures a tone that is in the end optimistic, even spiritual.
from PopMatters: Posthumous Keats: A Personal Biography
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