UNCANNY KEATS

I remember the first time I came upon this brief poem by Keats.  
It scared me.

"This living hand, now warm and capable"

BY JOHN KEATS

This living hand, now warm and capable

Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold

And in the icy silence of the tomb,

So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights

That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood

So in my veins red life might stream again,

And thou be conscience-calm’d–see here it is–

I hold it towards you.

It is a kind of threat--a  haunting. It strangely shifts  its use of the  second person from the thy, thou and thee familiar forms to the more direct and idiomatic YOU. That is the last word of the poem.

I feel the terror in this poem. The poet is finally turning to the reader and  directly implicates us in the task of  "earnest grasping."
That is the only way we will be "conscience-calmed."
The poet is saying that  after his death, the way we receive or grasp his poetry will  remove the pain of rejection he has known.
It is our chance to repair after his death  some of the damage critics and an indifferent public had done to him in life.

Re-read it now and  grasp the immortal one's outstretched hand. 

OR ELSE!