From the shrinking circle of his life, from his frail body drowning in itself, he reached outwards towards the friends he was leaving. W hen John Keats was dying of TB in Rome, just 25 and far from family and home, he wrote a series of beautifully judged, empathetic letters of farewell that deal lightly (yet never falsely) with his physical suffering and his emotional anguish.
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