The Heath: Photo: Andy Sewell, text: Katy Evans-Bush (2/5)

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To Fanny Brawne,Wentworth Terrace, Hampstead
cFeb 1820

My dearest Girl,

I continue much the same as usual, I think a little better. My Spirits are better also, and consequently I am moew resign’d to my confinement. I dar not think of you much or write much to you. Remember me to all.

Ever your affectionate

John Keats.

To Fanny Brawne, Wentworth Terrace, Hampstead
cMarch 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 e;ry 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 sweetes; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest…

Your affectionate

J. Keats.

To Fanny Brawne, Wentworth Terrace, Hampstead
cMarch 1820

My dearest Fanny, I slept well last night and am no worse this morning for it. Day by day if I am not deceived I get a more unrestrain’d use of my Chest. The  nearer a racer gets to the Goal the more his anxiety becomes, so I lingering upon the borders of health feel my impatience increase. Perhaps on your accounbt I have imagined by illnessmore serious than it is: how horrid was the chance of slipping into the ground instead of into your arms – the difference is amazing Love. Death must come at last; Man must die, as Shallow says; but before that is my fate I feign would try what more pleasures then you have given, so sweet a creature as you can give. Let me have another opportunity of years before me and I will not die without being remember’d. Take care of yourself dear that we may both be well in the Summer…

Your affectionate


Andy Sewell’s book The Heath may be purchased here.