“You whisper to the statuettes / ‘Fill all fruit to ripeness’ / They won’t answer you, darling.” In a new poem from Camille Guthrie, an attempted courtship of John Keats turns into a romp through modern conveniences, Romantic poetry, and the indignities of love.

“What are you going to do?” asks Camille Guthrie, wandering the history of art. “You hold her tremulous hand and wipe her brow / Stay up reading to her when she can’t sleep for the pain / To ease her tempestuous heart.”