Selected Letters
The letters of John Keats are, T. S. Eliot remarked, "what letters ought to be; the fine things come in unexpectedly, neither introduced nor shown out, but between trifle and trifle." This new edition, which features four rediscovered letters, three of which are being published here for the first time, affords readers the pleasure of the poet's "trifles"
...morePaperback, 526 pages
Published
November 1st 2005
by Harvard University Press
(first published November 30th 1950)
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With a good number of letters to Fanny Brawne, this should be a good companion to the very moving film, "Bright Star". nf
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I will never understand the motivation for trying to reduce historical figures into two-dimensional charicatures of themselves. Prior to reading this, I'd been led to believe that Keats was a mild-mannered fop.
These letters cast light onto his full personality, rounded out with devotion and vindictiveness. He's charming.
These letters cast light onto his full personality, rounded out with devotion and vindictiveness. He's charming.
I love Keats, not only is his poetry beautiful, he had a wonderful (though tormented) spirit that his letters express.
"the conflicted boy's courtship manual" -- letters to Fanny B. are gorgeously twisted
Keats was just as fascinating and revealing, if not moreso, in his letters as his poetry.
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WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be. Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, before high-pilèd books, in charact'ry, hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain. When I behold, upon the night's starred face, huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, and think that I may never live to trace, their shadows, with the magic hand of chance, and when I feel, fair creature of an hour that I shal...more
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