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What I didn't know about John Keats would fill a book. And in fact did. A fascinating account, thoughtfully arranged as the title suggests. The poems are printed in full, and Miller's explications of them are judicious and clear. I had no idea that Keats had trained for a year as a doctor, that he nursed his mother and younger brother in their fatal illnesses (tuberculosis), that Fanny Brawne's father also died of the disease, as did Keats himself at age 25. I also had no idea that he wrote what posterity has decided were his greatest poems all in the space of about six months. The last chapter is very painful reading. He definitely did not "cease upon the midnight with no pain." For once the blurbs on the back of the book are accurate: "approachable, unstuffy...untangles the richly sensuous language of Keats's poems"; "satisfying, engaging, and accessible." And thoroughly researched, with personal accounts of the author's own walks around Hampstead Heath and the surrounding neighborhoods, where Keats lived at various times.