9 October 1816: An Era in My Existence
: Leigh Hunt, a Crash Course, & taking
possession with Chapman’s Homer
No. 8, Dean Street, Southwark, London


Where, in October 1816, Keats lodges with his brothers, George and Tom. Keats describes the general area as a bit of a beastly place in
dirt, turnings and windings
(letter, 9 Oct 1816). Indeed, the location was completely
unfashionable, though for Keats it places him fairly close to Guy’s Hospital, where
he is
training. They take the second floor of the address, which may have been over a candy
shop.
Today, Dean Street (also once referred to as Weston Street) is called Stainer Street,
off
Tooley Street, though the area is developed for the London Bridge station.

Through Charles Cowden Clarke (the son of
Keats’s former headmaster), Keats this month meets the famous Leigh Hunt—publisher, journalist, poet, critic. This immediately and
crucially expands Keats’s social and cultural circle, which now suddenly includes
established
poets, writers, publishers, critics, and artists. Clarke (who tutors some of Keats’s
earlier
literary tastes) has shown a little of Keats’s poetry to Hunt. On 9 October, the prospect
of
meeting Hunt causes Keats to write to Clarke that it will be an Era in my existence
to
be acquainted with those who genuinely admire great poetry.

Through Hunt, Keats almost immediately meets Benjamin Robert Haydon (the artist and vocal champion of art) and John Hamilton Reynolds (poet and reviewer). Both begin to have some influence Keats’s tastes and ideas; they also further widen Keats’s circle of acquaintances particularly in the publishing and art world, of which Keats would have known very little; and both (but particularly Haydon) see that in order to poetically progress, Keats should move from Hunt’s influence. In short, the last few months of 1816 and into early 1817 mark, for Keats, a kind of crash course on the Regency London literary and artist culture. [For more on Hunt and his reputation, see 2 February 1815.]
This month Keats writes what is generally considered his best early poem, the
ever-anthologized On First Looking into Chapman’s
Homer. Hunt’s words about the poem, which he writes about ten years later (and
with some clarity of hindsight), describe the poem in terms of Keats’s progress, that
with the
sonnet we see the new poet [Keats] taking possession
—that is, the poem is a marker of
Keats’s poetic maturity. Keats writes the poem after pouring through a copy of the
folio
edition of Chapman’s translation with Clarke,
searching for the some of the choicest passages; Clarke recollects their overwhelming
enthusiasm with Chapman’s work. The next morning, Clarke finds a letter from Keats
on his
table that contains a draft of Keats’s poetic response.
Keats’s sonnet of discovery captures a young poet’s keen desire for inspiration and
imaginative vision, though, in its fledgling enthusiasm, the poem also opens Keats
up to
certain class-based criticisms for not having the ability to read Homer in Greek. The poem is both strong and simple, and it expresses
Keats’s early desires to be an inspired and genuine poet, a subject that obsesses
(and
plagues) much of his early poetry. The sonnet’s ending—envisioned as an explorer,
Cortez,
seeing with confused wonder from a peak
—peripherally recalls the tropes of an earlier
genre, the prospect poem, which is a variety of the topographical poem: the speaker
looks out
into the landscape from some position of height. If this kind of poem works well,
then some
insight is gained by looking out, which is consistent when Keats also compares himself
to an
astronomer discovering a new, unknown planet.* This insight Keats almost manages,
though in
this case the insight is a feeling that seems to confuse, or at best conflate, broader
historical circumstance with personal literary awe. We have, then, the allegory of
a poet
looking and discovering, and he does so with some sense of profound uncertainty crossed
over
with wonder; this results in a feeling rather than in action; and that action will,
Keats
hopes, be the inspired production of an equal amount of awe for other viewers. That
is, Keats
in one sense hopes to become the seen more that the seer—the active, accomplished
poet who is,
so to speak, somewhere out there, over the horizon, rather than rather than the more
passive,
confused, and speculative gazer. More exploration is required.


Keats also composes a few further sonnets at this time—Keen, Fitful Gusts
and On Leaving
Some Friends—that reference his new friendship with Hunt and further reflect his desire for poetic inspiration. In the
first of the poems, he references the brimming friendliness of Hunt’s cottage (the
idea of
sociability cultivated by Hunt), as well as literary topics (like Milton and Petrarch)
discussed with Hunt and his new friends. As he writes in the second of these poems,
he hopes
for a golden pen
so that he can write down a line of glorious tone.
This is
touching and ambitious, given that Keats is, so to speak, a poetic newbie. But these
are
eager, overwritten verses—too many nouns demand an adjective—without much direction,
with no
larger aims, themes, or ideas in sight. Perhaps most importantly, they picture a young,
keen
poet who finds himself within a influential cultural circle—perhaps the most progressive
of
the Regency period. Lucky Keats.
So, here we find Keats, a poet in search of a subject of his own, in search of an
identity
and poetic character of his own. Like the astronomer he conjures in On First Looking into Chapman’s
Homer, he wonders about this new, undiscovered planet that he sees above him.
And like Cortez gazing out into a vast, unexpected and unexplored expanse, Keats is
not quite
sure, as a poet, what he now sees ahead of him. For Cortez, questions of eager uncertainty
(wild surmise
) cross the mind of Cortez and his followers: As mentioned above, it is
a form of Now what? or What next? Well, at least for the young poet who has
been spending his evenings at Hunt’s, they also picture a poet who has a good five
miles to
walk home—from Hampstead to Southwark—with the cold stars looking down upon him, which
is how
he describes himself in Keen, Fitful Gusts.
But more about that developing subject or pattern in On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer. As suggested, the poem intimates an uncertain future: Keats (as the wondering astronomer and speechless explorer) stares out toward the unknown and the uncharted, toward, perhaps, some irresolute promise—searching-forward with unsettled knowledge. This, then, also allegorically acts out—dramatizes—a moment in Keats’s own poetic development, since, for Keats, the idea of looking forward to enduring poetic accomplishment seems, variously, and sometimes all at once, to inspire, plague, overwhelm, and confuse him. Thus, by the end of the 1816, in Sleep and Poetry, Keats will express that his poetic future depends upon having ten years to steep himself in poetry; but he worries about failure, and he remains intimidated about how much toil and turmoil will come his way: as he puts it, “yet there ever rolls / A vast idea before me.” Then in his late 1816 sonnet about receiving a laurel from Hunt, he ends by thinking about “all the many glories that may be.” And in another sonnet of this period (This pleasant tale, written February 1817), Keats recognizes that he never stops thirsting for “glory.”
An intimated future as a topic becomes more focussed moving into early 1818, when Keats in his poetry and poetics comes to fully confront and explore the expansive, enduring, and complex poetic accomplishment of, in particular, Milton and Shakespeare, specifically in light of his own poetic character and creative potential. In Lines on Seeing a Lock of Milton’s Hair (written 21 January 1818), futurity makes Keats desperate (burning, flushed, pained) to leave his undeveloped poetic self behind; but waiting years for some kind of poetic maturity is genuinely daunting. And then, the next day, in When I have fears, Keats worries that he may never be able to express what teems within him, that he will never (in his own term) ripen—though that ripening metaphor, taken over in 1819 and into the considerable poetic accomplishment of To Autumn, becomes the larger, deeper idea of quiet resolve and of gathering, sustainable potential. With the poem, we are offered the perspective of how he has traveled much beyond the anxious realms of future uncertainty.
To Autumn and Keats’s poetry of 1819 thus answer his questions 1816 questions: How can I make this constant turn to the future less obstructive and more poetically productive? How can I, with some movement toward poetic profundity, address the doubt that accompanies this turn? How can uncertain promise lead to strong poetry? How do I write poetry of risk without it sounding risky? Again, the answers will develop, first, in his poetics toward the end of 1817, and then, by late 1818 and into 1819, land in his poetry. We will see that it takes some work (call it study, maturity, development, experimentation, thinking) to cultivate these otherwise irritable reachings—these intimations of future doubts and uncertainties—as capable strengths rather than restricting weaknesses. This thinking will stand behind his most gainful subjects, and will be central to Keats’s narrative of extraordinary poetic development; and to watch Keats critically parse poetic quality in his letters (in, for example, his analysis of Shakespeare, Milton, Wordsworth, and imaginative knowledge) is indeed to witness the growth of Keats’s greatness.
With his brothers, in mid-November Keats moves from Dean Street to 76 Cheapside. Hunt will publish the On First Looking into Chapman’s
Homer in The Examiner at the beginning of
August, noting that the whole conclusion [of the poem] is equally powerful and quiet.
![Early draft (or more likely, fair copy) of On [the] first looking into
Chapman’s Homer (Houghton Library, Harvard University, Keats MS 2.4). Click
to expand. Early draft (or more likely, fair copy) of On [the] first looking into
Chapman’s Homer (Houghton Library, Harvard University, Keats MS 2.4). Click
to expand.](images/facsimiles/draftOfChapmansHomerHoughtonHarvardKeatsMS.jpg)
