Makes me want to re-read Simmons' Hyperion Cantos, which had great intertextuality with Keats & one of the main characters was a "Keats" AI.
Ha this was my first thought the instant I saw "John Keats".
Nay, my thought at seeing John Keats was, John Keats; or e'en The Pot of Basil
Hyperion Cantos is extraordinary. Well worth finishing the four books
"I like that crouching brooding quality in Keats - squatting on the moss, crushing a petal, licking his lips & rubbing his hands, 'counting the last oozings, hours by hours.' I like him the best of them all, because he doesn’t beat his fists on the table. I like that awful sweetness and thick soft damp green richness. And weariness." (Beckett, The Letters of Samuel Beckett: Volume 1, 1929–1940)