THROWBACK THURSDAY GETS A LOVER
I thought that for Valentines this year I’d embrace Throwback Thursday. I remember being right in the depths of a Keats obsession when putting this shoot together. I was spending my days searching for second hand poetry books, pretending I was wandering beside the Seine, and generally watching the world with the hazy blurred perspective of a Turner painting. Last year I managed to write something so completely honest and heartfelt for Valentines Day and the opinion I had then still rings true now, one year on. I have become tired from it. Therefore this year I simply leave you with some Keats. Happy Valentines Day Lovers.
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d 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 shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love; – then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
– From a letter to J. H. Reynolds, 31 Jan 1818.