An Epistle Found on a Summer Day

I almost wish that we were butterflies

and lived but three summer days – then,

fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget.

A waking dream? Touch has a memory.

There is nothing stable in the world.

I want a brighter word than bright.

 

John Keats & Fanny Brawne, his fiancee.

A found poem consisting of quotes from the poems of John Keats and from  Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne and John Keats: A New Life

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