So, since I didn't participate in April Poetry Month, and since I am now 23, I am going to avail myself of the opportunity to belatedly thrust poetry upon my f-list, relevant to the occasion.

Here, therefore, are two curiously similar poems by two curiously dissimilar fellows named John -- both aged 23.

( Sonnet from Milton, aged 23 )

( Sonnet from Keats, aged 23 )

( Some rambly incoherent commentary, because it's 3 AM and I have school in six hours. )

Anyway, for the moment, I'm having the most amusing time, because I've finally given in to the temptation of LJ sockpuppetry, and even though it almost prevented me finishing my final English essay, it was so worth it. XD And for the even more immediate moment, I'm going to bed, now.