from the New York Public Library & John Keats

I pressed my face to the glass at the top.

Molly pressed her face to the glass at the bottom: to avoid glare, she said. We read it together, guessing at the pretty scrawl. John Keats to Fanny Brawne:

My dearest girl–

I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you.

It went on, of course: first about a trip to Italy that he was reticent to take alone, then about her “back-biting” friends, and on and on about separation. We stood in the stoney hall, decorated brightly for Christmas, and read aloud to each other–my friend and I–a love letter.

One response to “from the New York Public Library & John Keats

  1. Love Keats, love the loving

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