John Keats to Fanny Brawne

The Lovers
John Keats
(1795-1821)
was a leading figure in the 19th century Romantic movement. In his short career he was a prolific writer of both poetry and letters, the latter to family, friends, and his adored Fanny Brawne. In both he expressed--in the words of Matthew Arnold--a profound "intellectual and spiritual passion" for beauty. His early training was in medicine, but after 1817 he dedicated himself entirely to poetry. In 1818 his first long poem, Endymion, was published. During 1819 and 1820 he wrote some of his best poems including Ode to a Nightingale and Ode on a Grecian Urn, the epic poem Hyperion, and the richly evocative Eve of St. Agnes, all published in a single volume in 1820. He had two brothers, George and Tom, and a sister, Fanny, to whom he was devoted. Keats died of tuberculosis in Rome on February 23, 1821, at the age of 25. He is buried there in the Protestant Cemetery.
Fanny Brawne
(1800-65)
was the eldest of the widowed Mrs. Brawne's three children (she had a brother, Samuel, and sister, Margaret). The family was relatively poor and from humble origins. Fanny's father, like Keat's, had been a stable keeper. He died of consumption when Fanny was 10. Fanny first met Keats in 1818. Her own interest included historical costume, the latest fashions in clothes, and learning to speak and read French and German. After Keat's death she was in mourning for six years. In 1833 she married Louis Lindo, by whom she had three children. She died at the age of 65.


October 13, 1819

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 against the unpromising morning of my Life. My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of everything 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...Your note came in just here. I cannot be happier away from you. 'Tis 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 shuddered 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



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