Monday, 14 February 2011
A Thing Of Beauty...
Well, it seems very apt that I share this book today on Valentine's Day. A romantic treasure that I found a few months ago, at the bottom of a pile of books on a shelf, going for a song... how could it have been overlooked?
An 1895 edition of the collected works of John Keats that I love for so so many reasons.
Its beautiful bronze leather covers embossed with gilt lettering. The golden branch with bird (a Nightingale perhaps?).
The tissue paper that protects the photograph of John Keats at the front of the book.
Its foxed, browning pages illustrated with beautiful Pre-Raphaelite pictures.
The smell, the weight and age of the book.
And then there's the words
The beautiful words, the achingly sad poems to his love Fanny Brawne - it's better than any black and white weepie that I know!