John Keats

(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

To Fanny - Poem by John Keats

I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, love!
Merciful love that tantalizes not,
One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,
Unmasked, and being seen—without a blot!
O! let me have thee whole,—all—all—be mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss,—those hands, those eyes divine,
That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,—
Yourself—your soul—in pity give me all,
Withhold no atom's atom or I die,
Or living on, perhaps, your wretched thrall,
Forget, in the mist of idle misery,
Life's purposes,—the palate of my mind
Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!

Form: Sonnet

Comments about To Fanny by John Keats

  • Francis Lynch (5/14/2015 8:39:00 PM)

    The man is grovelling and asking for pity. How pathetic.What woman could respect such a slug. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/14/2015 4:37:00 PM)

    The linguistic vulgarity attributed to the lesser Keats is never more clear than here- confusion of intention the usual prompt of such a trait.. It's useful to re-read this really quite awful poem in that light. MM (Report) Reply

    Kim Barney (5/14/2015 6:25:00 PM)

    Amen, Michael. To those who said beautiful, wonderful, masterpiece, etc. I say HOGWASH!

  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/14/2015 4:17:00 PM)

    Unmasked. A master piece. (Report) Reply

  • Richard Blay (5/14/2015 1:20:00 PM)

    Highly descriptive. A master's poem (Report) Reply

  • Chinedu Dike (5/14/2015 1:02:00 PM)

    Beautiful love poem subtly written from inner recesses of the heart with lovely rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • (5/14/2015 9:42:00 AM)

    Wonderful talented and romancing poem which is written by the great poet. I take it as a pride to read this poem. (Report) Reply

  • (5/14/2015 6:13:00 AM)

    It's a very beautiful poem. Very sensual and descriptive on how you feel towards her. (Report) Reply

  • (12/29/2007 9:16:00 PM)

    Now this is what I call romancing your woman. He says it all here, without love his palate is blind, we all need loving to truly see the multi colours of our open minds. I am a great admirer of such a talented and tragically young poet. Tai, needing a little of his shot in the arm (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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