Letters (feat. Abbie Cornish & Ben Whishaw)

my dearest lady I'm now at a very pleasant cottage window looking on to a beautifully hilly country with a view of the sea the morning is very fine I do not know how elastic my spirit might be what pleasure I might have in living here if the remembrance of you did not weigh so upon me ask yourself myelopathy own are very cruel to have sewing traveled so destroyed my freedom myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fare reform and a brighter word right a fair a word than fair I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but threes in the days three such days with you I could feel with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain when you confess this in a letter it was right immediately the wall you can to console' me in it make it rich as a drought of poppies to intoxicate me but the softest words you kissed them as I may at least touch my lips where yours have been my dear mr. Keats thank you for your letter lately I've felt so nervous Anil that I had to stay five days in bed having received your letter I'm up again walking our parents and Heath I've begun a butterfly while Semyon toots are catching them for me Samuel has made a science of it and is collecting both caterpillars and Christmases so it may have been fluttering about silly I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks your loveliness but I could have possession of you both in the second minute I never knew before what such a love as you have made me feel was it did not believe in it but if you willfully love me there there may be some fire who will not be able to endure and worsened and the deal with pleasures

Channel: Mark Bradshaw - Topic

Views: 2,343

Rating: 5 out of 5

Keywords: Mark, Bradshaw, Abbie, Cornish, Ben, Whishaw, Bright, Star, (Original, Motion, Picture, Soundtrack), Letters, (feat., Whishaw)

Id: tgsa_A86vY8

Length: 3min 50sec (230 seconds)

Published: Tue Aug 09 2016