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I yearn to be ruined by shrews

and saved by angels,

and in reality,

I've only ever really loved my sister.

I'm annoyed by my sister

as often as I Love her.

I still don't know how to work out a poem.

A poem needs understanding

through the senses.

The point of diving in a lake

is not immediately to swim to the shore

but to be in the Lake,

to luxuriate in the sensation of water.

You do not work the lake out.

It is an experience beyond thought.

Poetry soothes and emboldens

the soul to accept mystery.

I Love mystery.

I found your fairy princess

on the wall in my room.

And you could make her out?

She wears a butterfly frock.

Shall we continue?

Mr. Keats is very brilliant.

I'm not sure he really likes me.

He prefers Toots and Samuel, even our cat,

who he is always petting to death.

Mr. Keats knows he cannot Like you.

He has no Living and no income.

Mr. Keats isn't here.

He said to tell you he had a sore throat

and thought it best to stay on in Chichester.

Samuel, hello.

You don't believe me. Come in.

Come in.

There, no Keats.

Tell us, what Chaucer did you read?

AII of it.

Also, Mr. Spenser,

Mr. Milton, and The Odyssey.

That's a lot to read in one week.

What did you think of The Odyssey?

Thank you.

I am yet partway through it,

but I have read all Mr. Keats has written.

Have you?

''Out went the taper as she hurried in

''Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died

''She clos'd the door, she panted, all akin

''To spirits of the air, and visions wide''

And... And what, Miss Brawne,

did you make of Paradise Lost?

-I... I liked it.

-Did you?

You didn't find Milton's rhymes

a little pouncing?

No.

-Did you not?

-Not very.

Is it the material of her dress that makes

Miss Brawne's eyes so amber-Like?

Yes, they are golden.

-Amber almost.

-Yes, yes.

What color are yours, Mr. Brown?

Mine?

-Suitcase brown.

-Fanny!

Did you see Mr. Brown? He was amazed.

Well, all those authors in just one week

is a bit incredible.

I know.

But he sees I'm serious.

And I will read them.

Fanny, it's a letter.

I think it's a valentine.

''Darling Valentine, I am not sure

if you should have a kiss

''for your amber enchantress eyes

or a whipping.

''Yours, the Suitcase.''

Fanny,

Mr. Keats is behaving very oddly.

Should I invite him inside?

-Mr. Brown sent you a Valentine?

-I think it was a joke.

Keats! Keats! John, wait.

-John.

-I was away but 10 days, Brown,

with you encouraging me

to stay on and get well.

-John, easy.

-Now,

you write Miss Brawne a valentine card.

Are you lovers?

-John.

-Is that the truth?

-Easy.

-You sent a card, Charles!

You have the income to marry,

where I have not.

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