Love letters to Fanny Brawne | John Keats, 1820




March (?) 1820


Sweetest Fanny

You fear, sometimes, I do not love you so much as you wish? My dear Girl I love you ever and ever and without reserve. The more I have known you the more have I lov'd. In every way - even my jealousies have been agonies of Love, in the hottest fit I ever had I would have died for you. I have vex'd you too much. But for Love! Can I help it? You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time. You uttered half complaint once that I only lov'd your Beauty. Have I nothing else then to love in you but that? Do not I see a heart naturally furnish'd with wings imprison itself with me? No ill prospect has been able to turn your thoughts a moment from me. This perhaps should be as much a subject of sorrow as of joy - but I will not talk of that. Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you: how much more deeply then must I feel for you knowing you love me. My Mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it. I never felt my Mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment - upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses. The anxiety shown about our Loves in your last note is an immense pleasure to me: however you must not suffer such speculations to molest you any more: nor will I any more believe you can have the least pique against me. Brown is gone out - but here is Mrs Wylie - when she is gone I shall be awake for you.


Your affectionate 

J. Keats










“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.”


 “Write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least
touch my lips where yours have been.”


“My dearest love, I am afraid to see you; I am strong, but not
strong enough to see you. Will my arm ever be around you again,
 and if so shall I be obliged to leave you again?”



 Love Letters and Poems 
of John Keats to Fanny Brawne


1 σχόλιο:




  1. Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
    Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
    To thee I send this written ambassage
    To witness duty, not to show my wit;
    Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
    May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
    But that I hope some good coneit of thine
    In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it;
    Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
    Points on me graciously with fair aspect,
    And puts apparel on my tottered loving
    To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
    Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
    Till then not show my head where thou mayest prove me.

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    Άρχοντα της αγάπης μου, που υπήκοό σου

    το σεβασμό μου η αξία σου δεσμεύει,

    αυτές τις έγγραφες πρεσβείες δεξιώσου,

    που δεν κομίζουν ευφυΐα αλλά σέβη.

    Και σέβας τόσο, που το πνεύμα μου, λιτό,

    το απογυμνώνει, μη μπορώντας να το εκφράσει,

    μα μες στη σκέψη της ψυχής σου ευελπιστώ

    πως μια σου εύνοια γυμνό θα το στεγάσει.

    Ωσότου τ’ άστρο που το βήμα μου οδηγεί

    μες στη ζωή μου αγαθό επιφοιτήσει

    και μου ευπρεπίσει τη ρακένδυτη στοργή

    και στη ματιά σου επαξίως με συστήσει.

    Τότε δημόσια την αγάπη μου θα δείξω.

    Μα μέχρι τότε θα λανθάνω μη σε θίξω.



    William Shakespeare / ΧΧVI / Sonnets / 1609 / μτφ Διονύση Καψάλη


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