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29.05.22
“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.” —John Keats
Three such marvellous days spent with people I love. I feel ready to begin again, and I hope the feeling lasts.
John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne Gabriela Mistral, from a letter to Doris Dana Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre” Amy Levy, from The Romance of a Shop Florence and the Machine, from “Haunted House”
Young Man Holding a Book ca. 1480 Heart imagery by Andrea Zanatelli
POEMS by John Keats (London: George Bell, 1905) Art binding by A.&D. McGregor.
John Keats, from La Belle Dame sans Merci
— Handwritten manuscript of ‘Ode to a Nightingale’ by John Keats (x)
Letter to Fanny Brawne, February 1820
February 1820. John Keat's letter to Fanny Brawne.
February 1820. John Keat's letter to Fanny Brawne
Keats to Fanny Brawne, May 1820
John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne written c. July 1820, featured in Selected Letters
John Keats, from "Hyperion" in The Complete Poems and Selected Letters
Bright Star
by John Keats
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution ‘round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors– No–yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast, To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake forever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever–or else swoon to death.
“I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.”
— John Keats
Bright Star (2009) | dir. Jane Campion
I really like the poems of Shelley and Keats. Ode to the West Wind, I've read it a thousand times, I almost know it by heart, and I can't get enough of it:
"Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!"
And I'm just as obsessed with beauty as Keats:
"Beauty is Truth, Truth is Beauty." – that is all / Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know".
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest. John Keats. Stolen kisses atop notes of thanks, I think Keats may be onto something…..;-) lol - Bon Jeudi, mes amis!