Friday, March 16, 2012

one hundred seventy-nine

A letter from John Keats to Fanny Brawne.
 
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

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