My heart is supposed to buried with my wife in Bournemouth

And some of my bones are resident in a museum in Rome

I lived in Marlow for a while but have never lived in Margate

It is the town which Keats visited with his friend Charles Cowden Clarke

I would like to visit Margate some day as I am told that the light is rather fine

There are rumours that I am a vegetarian which is true and it is something that I do not choose to hide

They are called into existence by human artifice that they may drag out a short and miserable existence that their bodies be mutilated their social feelings outraged just for the vanity of men

But enough of this nonsense as I am due to sail in the Don Juan and hope to return before dusk

Anonymous