This is where John Keats lived from 1818 to
1820. It is now a museum. I'm not fond of
Keats poetry. But I love Regency architecture
and the house has a wonderful serenity to it.
I used to visit a lot when it was free. (I lived
nearby). But now they charge £5. So it might
not be worth it. There are other places
to find serenity.
I think they have the Grecian urn, or at least a Japanese replica. But I would imagine the
nightingale passed away; I doubt if he was
immortal after all.
On a wet afternoon recently I went to Keats’ house in Hampstead (never having been there before) and saw that he had written
two poems at least—inside his Ben Jonson and another book—Shakespeare, I think.
Barbara Pym, letter to Philip Larkin, 23 August 1963