Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne Book

February 1820

My dearest Girl -
If illness makes such an agreeable variety in the manner of your eyes I should wish you sometimes to be ill. I wish I had read your note before you went last night that I might have assured you how far I was from suspecting any coldness: You had a just right to be a little silent to one who speaks so plainly to you. You must believe you shall, you will that I can do nothing say nothing think nothing of you but what has its spring in the Love which has so long been my pleasure and torment. On the night I was taken ill when so violent a rush of blood came to my Lungs that I felt nearly suffocated - I assure you I felt it possible I might not survive and at that moment though[ t] of nothing but you - When I said to Brown 'this is unfortunate' I thought of you - 'T is true that since the first two or three days other subjects have entered my head - I shall be looking forward to Health and the Spring and a regular routine of our old Walks. Your affectionate
J.K -

Sono lettere piene d'amore quelle di John Keats a Fanny Brawne. Lungi dall'essere sdolcinato, Keats ci mette il fuoco dentro. E così io, dopo aver invidiato Fanny Stevenson per l'uomo che ha avuto, torno ad invidiare un'altra Fanny, Fanny Brawne, per l'uomo che non ha avuto, ma che è sempre stato suo.