postmark: newport, july 3, 1819

..ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. will you confess this in the letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it—make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me—write the softest words and kiss them that i may at least touch my lips where yours have been. for myself i know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: i want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. 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…”

– extracted from letter from john keats to fanny brawne

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