Keats goes to the workshop by Guy Russell (from IH 18)

‘That’s lovely, that “And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue”. I can really see that’.

‘I think the title’s a bit obvious. Why not, like,
let the reader work out which season it is?’

‘I like “warm days will never cease”. You’re subtly
sort of getting in the Global Warming message aren’t you?’

‘But do you really need that “close”? I mean, doesn’t
a bosom-friend already imply closeness?’

‘I’d send it to Rialto. Don’t they publish some old-
sounding stuff? On the first page, you know?’

‘That’s lovely, that “soft-dying day”, John. It’s a
really great poem. Good. Now, shall we move on?’