Reproduz-se abaixo uma carta do poeta inglês John Keats a sua amada Fanny Brawne.

Reproduz-se abaixo uma carta do poeta inglês John Keats a sua amada Fanny Brawne.

Sweetest Fanny,

When you passed my window home yesterday, I was filled with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time. You uttered a half complaint once that I only loved your Beauty. Have I nothing else then to love in you but that? Do not I see your heart? Nothing has been able to turn your thoughts a moment from me. Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you: how much more deeply then must I feel for you knowing you love me. My Mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it. I never felt my Mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment – upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses.

Your affectionate,

J. Keats

(Adaptado de http://www.john-keats.com/briefe/. Acessado em 25/08/20.)

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