Showing posts with label Keats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Keats. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 31, 2023

All Hallow's Eve


Happy Halloween, my friends; It's one of my favorite magical times of the year! I will be out taking Jake out later tonight for trick n treat.



Tonight is my annual Halloween Instagram Live at 11PM est. If you want a free reading, come on time because I can only read for a certain amount of people.





I recently did an Ebay haul of romantic books with regency and magical themes. I finished this the other day giving me the Halloween romance vibes I was looking for.


 Happy Birthday to the poet John Keats; He was born on October 31st 1795. I'm working on a long-term acting project on one of works. I feel like I've gotten to know Keats better now, it's almost as if he is an old friend.


I'm wishing you all a wonderful and amazing Halloween. Feel the magic tonight, stay safe and don't forget the chocolate 50% of tomorrow!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Dreamy Thursday : Words and Letters



It's Thursday. That means it's Dreamy Thursday
here at Swan of Dreamers. Where I talk about people,
places, objects, etc that give me that extra special
dreamy glow. That inspire and enrich my soul.

Honestly, yesterday was a challenging day for me.
I woke up this morning feeling just tired. As the
sun rose higher, so did my spirits.

Now, on to the Dreamy Thursday. A few weeks ago I saw
Bright Star (2009) about the romance of John Keats and Fanny Brawne.
What I loved most about the movie is that
Keats' poetry and letters is used through out.
There is one letter that captured my heart.
Actually, it's on my list to commit to memory.

I wanted to share this with all with you.
Hey you never know when reciting Keats will
come in handy.

This letter is from John to Fanny, Summer 1819

Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel
to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom.
Will you confess this in the Letter
you must write immediately,
and do all you can to console me in it—
make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me—
write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least
touch my lips where yours have been.
For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form:
I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair.
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days
—three such days with you I could fill with more delight
than fifty common years could ever contain.


Now, that is a letter! After you finish this post,
go back to read the letter out aloud.
The words flow with beauty and love.
Makes my heart sing.

If you like to join in on the fun on Dreamy Thursday.
To share what makes you feel Dreamy.
I'm opening up Swan of Dreamers to guests posts.
Email me at Jettswan@gmail.com for all the info.
I love to have you here.

Shellsigna

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