"I do not know which to prefer, the beauty of inflections
or the beauty of innuendoes,
the blackbird whistling,
or just after.“

:: Wallace Stevens ::

This page is given in tribute to the spirits of
Sarah and Blaise. On this page, their flame
lives on.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

John Keats to Fanny Brawne, 13 October 1819

25 College Street

My dearest Girl,

This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content. I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my Mind for ever so short a time. Upon my Soul I can think of nothing else - The time is passed when I had power to advise and warn you again[s]t the unpromising morning of my Life - My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving - I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. I should be afraid to separate myself far from you. My sweet Fanny, will your heart never change? My love, will it? I have no limit now to my love - You note came in just here - I cannot be happier away from you - 'T is richer than an Argosy of Pearles. Do not threat me even in jest. I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shudder'd at it - I shudder no more - I could be martyr'd for my Religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that - I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet - You have ravish'd me away by a Power I cannot resist: and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavoured often "to reason against the reasons of my Love." I can do that no more - the pain would be too great - My Love is selfish - I cannot breathe without you.

Yours for ever
John Keats


  1. I have no words. No words to do justice to Mister Keats. No words to do justice to the beauty of your Soul S, so instead I simply *touch*

  2. So, so beautiful. "Love is my religion." Need we say more? He has said it all in those 4 words. I'm coaxing my heart to be open to it. Nudging the doors open...

  3. Very soon...

  4. O. wonderfully romantic, Mr. Keats, women
    adore his poetry for good reason.

    take a look see at cammila's friday night session on my blog - her description on Keats' poetry
    is on target.

  5. Love it all. S, Fanny and Keats's love lives on in this memorial to them.


  6. My thoughts to all Americans especially, and to all gentle souls - like Fanny and John - for tomorrow's anniversary.

  7. Still as beautiful as I remember such. Memories rekindled with a touch.

  8. A most excellent blog, lovely & intelligent.

    Most women would love to read this letter addressed to them.

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  10. To walk into a garden. To sit amongst paper trees. To think. To remember. To hold one's breath and try not to breathe; in fear of disturbing so much beauty...still.