Apr 6
"La Belle Dame sans Merci"
Illustration for the poem by John Keats, by Lancelot Speed. 1891
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"La Belle Dame sans Merci"
Illustration for the poem by John Keats, by Lancelot Speed. 1891
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Una cosa bella è una gioia per
sempre.La sua grazia aumenta, non
finirà mai nel nulla.
John Keats
Fanny Brawne’s Room, Bright Star (2009)
Touch has a memory - John Keats
Hannigram + touching <3
Lamia
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part of the reason that i read and fucking love classic literature is because i could be struggling with something personally and then ill read a book that was written like 300 years ago and then find that the writer or a character went through the exact same thing. and its hauntingly beautiful that this will be the only thing that ever connects me with this author or character
Celebration Of Eye Pleasure
6 pieces of paper
Cuts: eyeball by Ramone Sketch from @roostermagazine, Some Poems By John Keats
Came up with this title on a hike with Alex Geller https://curtisbergesen.com
Thinking about how keats died at the age of 25 and how he never received any true appreciation for his incredible works and he wasn't able to unite with his one true love
I mean, all the fictional tragedies break my heart but when you remember real tragedies like this, don't you, just, forget to breathe for a moment?
Why do i get to live, when he didn't?