John Keats. 
 
Reeves & Turner: 1895. Hardcover. Octavo. Hardcover lacking a dust jacket. This is the revised edition, edited by H. Buxton Forman. Brick colored boards with elaborate gilt lettering and designs. Rubbing along the edges of the boards and to the ends of the spine. Pencil to the inside of the back board. Very good. 
 
What makes the letters of Keats as sublime as the poems? They weren't just laboratories for his poetry but grasping revelations from his heart to another's. We forget how strange Keats was as a poet. His lyricism isn't sing-songy or dripping with passion but it is lyrical. He believed in the immortality of ideas yet recorded how fast everything fades. It's all there in the letters, as lush and cerebral as anything in literature. 
 
“I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.”