An analysis of how to sit down to read King Lear once againThe poem "Sitting down to read King Lear once more" by John Keats is a sonnet on Keats's relationship to the drama that became his idea of ​​tragic perfection, and how it relates to his struggle with the problems of short life and early death. Keats uses the opportunity of rereading this work to explore his seduction and influence on himself and his ways of looking at himself and his situation despite his negative capabilities. From the first lines Keats alludes to the great novels of previous eras as opposed to the great tragedies of William Shakespeare. Although it can be understood that Keats is referring to his poem Endymion: A Poetic Romance, the underlying meaning of the lines remains. Keats writes "O Golden-tongued Romance, with serene lute! / Mermaid queen of the far with fair plumes! / Leave the melody on this wintry day, / Shut thy ancient pages and be mute." (Lines 1 - 4). Keats is here excluding the idyllic Romantic ideas that he cannot hold on to at this moment due to the ever-present specter of death looming over him. Keats here abandons the romantic, tending instead towards the tragic, which is what he perceives as his short life. In these opening lines Keats appears to be a desperate and gloomy narrator who forbids himself the taste for the ideal, no matter how strong the romantic attraction has on him. Keats is forced to dictate to the novel "Close your old pages and be silent!" (4) to get away from it. This demonstrates not only the strong attraction that romance holds for Keats, but also Keats's recognition of romance as a personified thing with which he can converse and say "Adieu!" (5). The use of... half of the card... at the moment it is clear that Keats has succeeded in achieving the Phoenix transition into immortality, as Keats still lives over one hundred and seventy-five years after his death in his poetry and in our memoriesON SIT DOWN TO READ AGAIN KING LEAR by John KeatsO Romance with a golden tongue, with a serene lute! Mermaid with beautiful feathers, Queen of the distant! Stop singing on this winter's day, close your old pages and be silent: farewell! for once again I must burn the fierce dispute (5) between damnation and passionate clay; taste once again with humility the bittersweetness of this Shakespearean fruit. Chief poet! and you clouds of Albion, generators of our profound and eternal theme! (10) When I am gone through the old oak forest, do not let me wander in a barren dream, but when I am consumed in fire, give me new phoenix wings to fly at my desire.